QuickTalon and Tharacrytos were busy packing the remaining moose meat into pouches made from thin slices of moose hide that could not be kept on the moose hide for tanning purposes. “Are you ready? Your journey is almost over.” Tharacrtos said softly to QuickTalon, standing beside him as he thoroughly extinguished their fire. “As I’ll ever be.” He muttered, packing down the dirt on top of what was once a large fire. “Although I’m scared, what if my idea is discarded? I’ll have nothing to return home with.” He said eyes cast downwards as one talon absentmindedly held onto the strap that kept his research safe.
“QuickTalon, you are destined for great things, but if you keep letting your fear weigh you down, you won’t go far in life. Sometimes, you need to take a leap of faith, even though you cannot see the bottom of the chasm. Being brave is one of the most substantial things you can do, even though it doesn’t feel like it some days.” She said softly, gently taking QuickTalon’s head in her much larger talons. “As you have said to me, you're alive, you survived, it's a sign, and the proof is in your pulse. Brighter stars only shine in the dark. You are stronger than you know.” She said, “Tharacytos, you know those aren’t my words, at least, it's not something that came from me.” He admitted.
“I know, the travelling pack of dragons who call themselves Citizen Soldier sang the quote you gave me, but it seems that those words are something you hold close to your heart. It’s something that keeps you going.” She said softly, “ you are much stronger than you believe you are, I promise.” Tharacrtos said softly, “but sometimes, fear of the unknown is something that might make us stronger.” She said, wiping away a tear that started to roll down QuickTalon’s face. “A brave little Terralythos who will change the world,” Thalacrtos murmured, gently brushing back QuickTalon’s neck scales, comforting him in the only way she knew how. “I know it’s going to be scary, but you are so incredibly brave, little one, just like your grandmother.”
QuickTalon trembled, his lip quivering as he held onto the older Petraegen, trying his best not to cry. “ It’s okay to cry, little one. Not even the ancients will judge.” She murmured, continuing to hold and comfort QuickTalon. “It’s okay to cry, no matter how old you get or who you are. It’s okay to cry, feel emotion or ask questions, and it strengthens us.”
QuickTalon remained in Tharacytos’s embrace long after the sun had risen past the horizon. “Thank you.” He said softly, “You have no idea how much I needed that.” QuickTalon said softly as he pulled away from the embrace. “Any time, my dear, now, let’s get going. We must get you where you are needed.” She said softly, “ I cannot tell you what I have seen yet, but you are the key to fixing the dangers of this world. But for now, you need to get where you need to go. Let’s get you to the Winding Lectern. Follow the lanterns up the trading path, and the cobbled path will lead you to an outpost, where a guard will lead you to where you need to go.” Standing up and looking towards the looming mountains, she explained, “May The ancestors guide you, QuickTalon.” She murmured as both dragons began their journey to the base of the Scholars Whispering Peaks.
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