In the past week Arawon has taken to accompanying Medulynd and Maryuu. He missed the feeling of stretching out his limbs, striking enemies with abandon. He liked the feeling of getting stronger again.
And so did Vaila, the fourth strongest dragon in the clan after the progenitors' family. Laying around has gotten boring, and so the four of them ventured out to the ghostly ruins northwest of the realm for recreation.
Vaila was not unfamiliar with the ice-colored wildclaw. When she first came to the clan, Uritel was one of the first to welcome her, seemingly unwitting of the disapproving wildclaw tsk-ing dramatically at his back. Vaila was not one to think badly of others, she realized it was a playful bit between the best friends and bore no ill will against it. But it did not make her inclined to interact with the two in case she steps out of line, and never really had a chance to anyway as their paths didn't often intersect.
This excursion gave them plenty of time for that. With Vaila's calculated support, the rotating party survived many encounters. Forget Medulynd and Maryuu, they were of course on a league of their own. Arawon felt the desire more than ever to get stronger to catch up with Vaila, to make himself as useful as her on the battlefield.
And he made the mistake of letting her know.
Now that. That was endearing to hear from such a sharp tough act guy.
Something had shifted. Some days later. they came home together with the same silk scarf.
After some more time, for the first time in a very long while, the lair nests were once more blessed with budding new life.
