Removed from war

[Ptolemy]

The Astolam river cut its way through the landscape, the lush green banks making the scene beautiful to behold. A young dragoon flew above it, following the meandering river course on pale blue wings, the wind ruffling his white hair. It seemed so far removed from the wars and troubles that were plaguing Vaenon.

The young dragoon carefully landed in an area not too densely populated with large plants and withdrew his wings through slits in the back of his coat, merging them once again with his body. He sat down, leaning back on his hands and closed his eyes, the gurgling of the river relaxing him.

You know trouble with reach Pharlen before long. A voice sounded in Ptolemy's mind with perhaps a hint of concern.
"I know Hyorinmaru, and when the time comes we will stand and fight, before then however....let us enjoy the peace." Ptolemy replied out loud to his dragon spirit, laying down and resting his arms behind his head.

The sun beat down upon him, making Ptolemy hot and uncomfortable. And what did I say about laying in the sun? Came a scathing comment, sounding like it was being said to a disobedient child. Ptolemy sat bolt upright, a bitter look of annoyance on his face. "I'm not a child anymore!" he snapped, pulling open his coat and shirt to stare menacingly at the piece of aquamarine that was flush with his chest. Hyorinmaru only laughed until the sun caught the gem. The dragon spirit shut up and the heating gem caused an uncomfortable burning sensation in Ptolemy's chest. Alright, I take it back! You're not a child, just get in the shade will you? "There's a good ice dragon." Ptolemy smirked, pulling his shirt and coat closed with a sigh of relief and clambering into the shade.

[Keuarie]

She walked quietly, allowing her thoughts to wander far and wide. There was unrest in the peaceful Vaenon, and it was getting more and more threatening by the moment. Keuarie Nightlily had managed to keep her lands safe so far, her forces great and powerful. They fought and defended, risking their lives to protect their kind. For that, Keuarie could never be more grateful. But there was a darkness coming their way, leaking into the city from cracks that Arie had never noticed before. The Queen of the dragoons was restless.

If you keep walking like that, you'll be sure to twist an ankle... Came the gentle voice of a dragon, her words a deep and pleasant rumble in Keuarie's mind. This dragon was Tiamat, the Queen of all dragons and more powerful than any of her species. She took on a mothering tone at this kind, attempting to keep her friend calm and thinking clearly. She, too, had been on edge. Much unrest was taking hold of the city and plaguing the citizen's minds. Arie had stopped so many from joining Seraphiel's ranks...but there was always the few she could not help. Some of them she was forced to kill.

"If I break an ankle, than I break an ankle. Not much use fussing about it. What I should be fussing about is just how much longer we can keep Seraphiel beyond out borders. He's planning it, did you know? Already thinking of ways inside...it is infuriating to think he has gained so much power and so many followers. Is loyalty so hard to come by? Does no one wish to stand and fight with their own kind?" Arie's own voice was much less gentle and sounded like a flustered mother, watching her children balance on a tree branch too far from the ground. Tiamat knew that the Leader was frustrated.

Your people have stood with you. You are a good Queen. You have made them strong, said the calm dragon, her solace poking around within Arie's body. Keuarie dared to grasp only a bit of the peace. "We have made them strong, Tiamat. And we shall continue to protect them. Seraphiel will regret the day he or his followers step foot within my borders. He will have all of Pharlen rage against him, and all of nature will rebel to stop him. A rebellion is forming, Tiamat. I think it is just about time to meet the rebels."

Arie finally reached her destination, a dragoon sitting in the shade. She had yet to meet him and found that she'd like to. Tiamat had given her the basics. The dragon that shared whose soul spoke through him was an ice dragon. It would be lovely company to talk to someone and get her mind off of the endless strategies she had been formulating. Of course, she would not be able to chat for long...but even the Queen of the dragoons needed a break. She approached the man, a small smile on her lips and her mismatching eyes glittering in the sun.

[Ptolemy]

Laying in the shade, Ptolemy shut his eyes, enjoying the peace and the solitude until Hyorinmaru spoke to him again. You know that I only tease you because I care. And I'll only stop caring after we have parted ways forever. He told Ptolemy truthfully, viewing the young man with affection as one would have for a best friend.

Ptolemy smiled, opening his eyes. "So you'll keep on teasing me until I die." He stated, giving a small laugh. Correct! The dragon responded, before pointing out, We have company.

Ptolemy looked around. Seeing the woman he nodded politely and smiled back. Her dragon spirit is very powerful. he was told, She must be of a high rank so get to your feet and be polite. The nudge for Hyorinmaru made him jump to his feet feeling conscious about his short stature. The woman wasn't incredibly tall her self but she still stood a good foot taller than Ptolemy.

'You're no weakling, Hyorinmaru.' Ptolemy thought to the dragon whilst out loud saying, "Hello, very nice day isn't it?" The dragon snorted, Indeed I am not.....but she is stronger than I am. Ptolemy stored this information hoping strength wouldn't be an issue. He had no intention to get into a scrap today. Anyway, she seemed vaguely familiar but he couldn't place why.