Talathel
Wildlife Conservationist in the Making
Tanelia Rania & Nyala
Tanelia flinched as Magnus spoke to her and the emerald orbs studied the male carefully. Her eyes flashed with caution and unease. While she hadn't talked to Magnus a lot - she knew of him. How could you not given he was her mother's nephew. The ebony-haired girl huffed as she gently rested a hand on her dragon's head as Nya growled darkly at Magnus. "What's it to you?" She asked warily, studying her cousin cautiously. Her hand gestured to the wreck casually "What do you think happened - a shipwreck obviously." Her sarcasm came forward full-blown as she rolled her eyes. As Magnus mentioned that the boat better not be a war boat, her snort was covered with her hand "No - it's not a war boat. Relax." Her soft laughter was hard to muffle as she shook her head fondly. Her emerald gaze seemed to go distant as she remembered the reason she hadn't gotten to know her own cousin.
A small version of Lia raced through the trees, ditching the voices behind her as she tried to get to the hatchling hidden in a tree. "Nyala, let's go!" The girl called softly, letting the white hatchling to cling to her as the duo slid through the night that was rapidly falling. Along a cliffside, the duo shared a sad look before Lia took a glance behind her. The sadness and longing in her gaze replaced with determination. She wouldn't risk her dragon being used for any fighting. Violence wasn't for her. With that in mind - Lia allowed herself to climb down to the beach where a boat waited for her. The duo sailing off into the unknown as the hatchling and Rani vanished without a trace. From that night on - stories and legends were born of a dragon whisperer and the rider. A ghost of a dragon that glides through the night helping tribes secretly.
Nya growled deeply at Magnus until the slender hand rested against her head and she switched her attention back to Lia as the girl spoke. Her questioning rumble alerting her rider to her fear before the girl hummed softly. "Magnus, I can't go anywhere for a while and Nya is exhausted." She spoke lightly as she blinked away red from her vision. The blood from the cut above her eye dripping into her vision as she studied Magnus before turning her attention to the more immediate threat - the raincutter moving through the wreckage and her teeth bared dangerously. Nyala's wing raised a bit more, ready to take off should she need to defend her rider from any danger.
Mentions: Heidi & Tempest AquaMarie
Magnus & Thor Flame Demon
Tanelia flinched as Magnus spoke to her and the emerald orbs studied the male carefully. Her eyes flashed with caution and unease. While she hadn't talked to Magnus a lot - she knew of him. How could you not given he was her mother's nephew. The ebony-haired girl huffed as she gently rested a hand on her dragon's head as Nya growled darkly at Magnus. "What's it to you?" She asked warily, studying her cousin cautiously. Her hand gestured to the wreck casually "What do you think happened - a shipwreck obviously." Her sarcasm came forward full-blown as she rolled her eyes. As Magnus mentioned that the boat better not be a war boat, her snort was covered with her hand "No - it's not a war boat. Relax." Her soft laughter was hard to muffle as she shook her head fondly. Her emerald gaze seemed to go distant as she remembered the reason she hadn't gotten to know her own cousin.
A small version of Lia raced through the trees, ditching the voices behind her as she tried to get to the hatchling hidden in a tree. "Nyala, let's go!" The girl called softly, letting the white hatchling to cling to her as the duo slid through the night that was rapidly falling. Along a cliffside, the duo shared a sad look before Lia took a glance behind her. The sadness and longing in her gaze replaced with determination. She wouldn't risk her dragon being used for any fighting. Violence wasn't for her. With that in mind - Lia allowed herself to climb down to the beach where a boat waited for her. The duo sailing off into the unknown as the hatchling and Rani vanished without a trace. From that night on - stories and legends were born of a dragon whisperer and the rider. A ghost of a dragon that glides through the night helping tribes secretly.
Nya growled deeply at Magnus until the slender hand rested against her head and she switched her attention back to Lia as the girl spoke. Her questioning rumble alerting her rider to her fear before the girl hummed softly. "Magnus, I can't go anywhere for a while and Nya is exhausted." She spoke lightly as she blinked away red from her vision. The blood from the cut above her eye dripping into her vision as she studied Magnus before turning her attention to the more immediate threat - the raincutter moving through the wreckage and her teeth bared dangerously. Nyala's wing raised a bit more, ready to take off should she need to defend her rider from any danger.
Mentions: Heidi & Tempest AquaMarie
Magnus & Thor Flame Demon