~The Forests of Avalon, A Dragon Roleplay~

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Raven Followed Amatis.
Inside the High Guard the ceilings were high and eleborate, with large window holes for lighting along a corridor with several rooms branching off from them. "Camilla is the queen of Pelendava, and Avalon itself. Keep that in mind when speaking to her." Amatis instructed, pointing with a claw towards the door furthest down to their right.
 
 (Pelendava has excellent weather, and the corn-dogs are to die for LOL)

Below, there was a blinding flash of light, but not from the reflection of scales, instead it was the reflection of the sun hitting the disturbed water as it set behind the mountains. Christina had dove towards the water, plunging her claws into the back of a water mammel resembling some kind of otter. The animal was rather large, and it pulled the small dragon under the water for a moment before she emerged moments later on the edge of the bank, spitting river water out of her mouth with the animal dragging behind. She flopped down on the grassy bank, breathing heavily and gazing upwards, spotting the silhouette of a creature flying above. However, it was too far away and too deep in the clouds for her to recognise what it was, and she continued on her hunt after a short minute.

Jester's claws scratched at the rock impatiently, sending small pebbles tumbling down the slope. Finally, he made up his mind. He would go see Frill, even if it meant Tenebrae finding out. Tenebrae can go eat a rock, he thought, finding a small amount of comfort in those words. Spreading his wings, he stepped off the ledge and let himself fall silently through the air before leveling off and circling around the back side of the mountain, heading towards Pelendava.


Although the water was rather dull in tone, green-ish gray as opposed to crystal blue of his homeland, it still was a rather lovely sight.
He smiled, he was correct. Of course he was, now whether or whether not to go have some fun with her. Not today he supposed, he felt like sightseeing today, possibly a little killing.
It had been a while, he missed the taste of dragon blood.


Frill stood up stubbornly, flapping her wings for a rather awkward takeoff.
It'd been a while since she visited Pelendava, quite a long while actually. She wondered if they ever redecorated, or if Jester could swim.
 
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Although the water was rather dull in tone, green-ish gray as opposed to crystal blue of his homeland, it still was a rather lovely sight.
He smiled, he was correct. Of course he was, now whether or whether not to go have some fun with her. Not today he supposed, he felt like sightseeing today, possibly a little killing.
It had been a while, he missed the taste of dragon blood.
Frill stood up stubbornly, flapping her wings for a rather awkward takeoff.
It'd been a while since she visited Pelendava, quite a long while actually. She wondered if they ever redecorated, or if Jester could swim.
Still unaware that she was being watched, Christina dragged her prey up the bank and onto higher ground. She extended her wings and shook them out, still slightly stiff from her last encounter with Silv. Her claws sank easily into the otter's soft flesh and she took off, slowly gaining altitude as she carried up the last piece of prey. With a small shudder of dread, she headed towards the outcrop where she had seen Silv the last time. She had left him for last, but was still slightly early as she hadn't wanted to give him a reason to do something to her. Not that expected it to help. Silv was like Lilith, and she hated them both.

The flight to Pelendava was long, but Jester enjoyed it, as he usually did. The air was noticably smoother and clearer, free of the thick clouds that so often clogged the air around Caronia. He wasn't sure if she'd be there, probably not he reflected, being as he hadn't been there in so long. With a heavy heart, he began a gradual descent into the forest to wait.
 
 Still unaware that she was being watched, Christina dragged her prey up the bank and onto higher ground. She extended her wings and shook them out, still slightly stiff from her last encounter with Silv. Her claws sank easily into the otter's soft flesh and she took off, slowly gaining altitude as she carried up the last piece of prey. With a small shudder of dread, she headed towards the outcrop where she had seen Silv the last time. She had left him for last, but was still slightly early as she hadn't wanted to give him a reason to do something to her. Not that expected it to help. Silv was like Lilith, and she hated them both.

The flight to Pelendava was long, but Jester enjoyed it, as he usually did. The air was noticably smoother and clearer, free of the thick clouds that so often clogged the air around Caronia. He wasn't sure if she'd be there, probably not he reflected, being as he hadn't been there in so long. With a heavy heart, he began a gradual descent into the forest to wait.



He watched her take off from the shore, no need to scare the little sprite again, especially when he wouldn't be around to enjoy it.
Meh, he'd be back soon enough. Pele-rama awaited him, and he certainly wouldn't keep them waiting.
He rose silently, using the cloud cover to hide his brilliant coat.

She continued, now seeing Pelendava in the distance... Yeah.... maybe not... It looked the same as last she'd visited.
Maybe they just need a decorator... Or maybe he couldn't swim, that would explain a few things. Big baby. She smiled, then frowned, rolling her eyes and gliding forward.
 
He watched her take off from the shore, no need to scare the little sprite again, especially when he wouldn't be around to enjoy it.
Meh, he'd be back soon enough. Pele-rama awaited him, and he certainly wouldn't keep them waiting.
He rose silently, using the cloud cover to hide his brilliant coat.
She continued, now seeing Pelendava in the distance... Yeah.... maybe not... It looked the same as last she'd visited.
Maybe they just need a decorator... Or maybe he couldn't swim, that would explain a few things. Big baby. She smiled, then frowned, rolling her eyes and gliding forward.
Christina deposited the otter on the ledge and left as soon as she could. If he wanted it, he'd find it. Not that she cared either way.

As Jester was descending, he spotted a much smaller shape a ways below him. He squinted, but recognised her quickly. Unable to believe his luck, he leveled off and followed silently, simply watching her from above and taking in all that he could, not knowing if he would see her again or not.
 
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