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[Attn: Open]

The City of Myreria; it was quiet this time of the morning. Isadeva made her way silently down the stair cases, and into the main hall of the riders court. Several of the staff nodded towards her as she passed, some even greeting her kindly as she quickly brushed past them all.

No one was surprised to see her up this early. It had become a ritual for her; get up, eat a little breakfast, and rush through the Keep to avoid any and all attention. Her first stop was the dragon's nesting area. Several of the dragons loved the attention that she showered on them, and of all the talk of them being horrid beasts that could kill you with the blink of an eye, there was nothing they loved more than a chin scratch.

She stopped outside the Nesting, sighing happily at the warmth that radiated from the sand that the dragons loved to sleep in. Taking a deep breath she started off through the area, smiling at the feel of the sand on her feet. She was supposed to meet Darius and Rhaegar here for a bit of out of the classroom class.
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[Attn: Dragons]
Lyamir let out a roar of a yawn, shifting in her shallow basin she had created in the sand. She had at some point turned so she layed on her back, and her feet swayed in the air slightly. All in all so far the day had begun to be good. The gnawing of the emptiness inside her soul was still there, and over time it had started to get worse. Part of her was missing and she wanted it back. Well perhaps back was the wrong thing to say, either way she wanted it, and was unhappy that they had postponed the initiation of the new recruits.

She felt some of the others join in on her discomfort, and sighed. At least she was't alone in it, she supposed it could be worse.
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[Attn: Open, Irakvorr]
While most riders were just now awake, or just now attending their duties, Daiden was awake and already half way into the wilds. He had risen early and while Irakvorr was not happy aboutt it, Rider and Dragon had left the city to hunt. The mountains were a dangerous place. Home to wild animals, as well as people. Daiden wasn't worried, however, it would have to be something very big, or very stupid to ever attack a dragon. The trees were thick here, and Daiden had finally told Irakvorr to land. They could continue on foot, as much as he knew the dragon wouldn't want too.

He patted the scaley hide of the creature affectionately, starting through the underbrush.
"Be careful, and stay close to me. I don't want to get lost. Even with our telepathy it would take us forever to find each other again," he thought towards his dragon, the mental link between them sending it loud and clear into his dragon's mind.

[Attn: Nephenee]

Deirra waited for the remaining guards to leave the scene, leveling her eyes on Nephenee. She let out a short laugh.
"I'm only called a lady because of my dragon, dear. Before that I was nothing more than a common whore on the street."

That was small lie. She hadn't been all that common, and she hadn't been on the street. She let out a sigh, not staying on that thought.
"I'm sorry for all this, love. Deidan is stuck up prig."

The girl obviously didn't seem to like Deidan--not that she blamed the girl really--and from experience she was good at playing at hatred more than anything.
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[Attn: Irakvorr, Simone]

"Lets just all calm down," he replied softly, calmly. The heat surging from the fire ball near him was making his stomach clinch, and he really did not want that anywhere near his skin, ever. He shifted slightly, and tensed when she obviously took the movement as a threat.

"I was just shifting, my legs ripped all to shreds remember? It was comfortable having all my weight on it.
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[Attn: Rhaegar]

A sound started in Drokui's chest like a deep rumbled. It was a purr. He was watching the fight between Thalas and Inra intently, ready to jump in if necessary. The fact that Isadeva had gotten hurt in the process saddened him, but there was nothing a dragon could do for her. Except aid the mage healing her of course.
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[Attn: Nedira]

Kahlain laughed. "Feeling adventurous today, huh?" She nodded her head towards the Market. "Always stuff to do over there. Make sure you watch your valuables though. Don't want to get pick pocketed. "

{Attn: Kahlain}

Nedria laughs cheerfully. "Thanks, I don't have anything that is too valuable, mostly handmade stuff. Besides I have a few tricks up my sleeves if someone does try. So anywhere in particular you recommend, Kahlain?"

[ATTN: Drokui]

When the dragon began to purr, Rhaegar took that as a sign that his task was complete. He sat back for a moment, then got up and slid off the dragon. Everyone else seemed to be busy doing whatever they were doing, so he figured he'd be able to get out without anyone caring.

As he walked away from the dragon he looked back at it for a moment. He'd never felt so attached to anything before, let alone some animal.

[ATTN: Irakvorr, Deidan]

Simone closed her eyes for a moment, starting to feel exhausted from the effort of maintaining the fire. It wasn't even maintaining the fire that was the real problem; it was controlling it. Fire was practically a living element, and keeping it in a tiny manageable ball right now was one of the hardest things she had ever done. And it was draining her, fast.

"I'm going to let you go in a moment," Simone said. "When that happens, you will move slowly to your dragon and then leave - "

Something slipped in her mind, and in an instant the fire was free from her control. It expanded quickly, big enough that it brushed up against the Rider's face. Simone gasped, closing her fist, and in an instant the fire was gone.

Fuck.

She was fucked. No question. Starting a fire again now when she had no control would burn down the whole damn forest. Her one advantage was gone. Simone wasted no time, leaping to her feet and sprinting away from the pair, scooping up her bow and quiver as she raced into the trees.

[Attn: Nephenee]

Deirra let out a laugh, amusement dancing in her eyes. Just where did Deidan find this one, under a rock?
"Slave? Honey they brought you here to be a rider."

As if to emphasize her words a shadow descended upon them. The dragon snapped its wings open at the last minute to slow her fall, landing next to Deirra. She wrapped her tail around the mage's legs, as if to protect her. Tilting her head at Nephenee her yellow eyes seemed calculating.
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[Attn: Simone, Irakvorr]

"Shit!" Deidan reeled away from her the moment the fire touched his skin. He whirled as Simone ran, calling out to Irakvorr.
"Damn it! Go after her." He couldn't run fast enough to catch her with his leg in the current condition.

[Attn: Nephenee]

"You fought Irakvorr today?" She let out a laugh. "No wonder Deidan wanted you here. You've got guts woman, I like you."
She glanced up at her dragon, gently running a hand over her snout. She'd seen the way the woman had gone ridged when Nesani had landed behind her.
"This is Nesani. She's my dragon, and means you no harm. Shes just fussy. There was a fight earlier in the Nest Grounds. "

[Attn: Nephenee.]

"There aren't many kidnappings, hun. I guess you're just unlucky today, or Deidan has lost his ever loving mind." She patted Nesani on the side, and the dragon took off with a great flap of her wings. She had just been checking in on her rider after the commotion going on near by.

Deirra watched her dragon leave, smiling faintly. "Whats to be done with you is as soon as they decided they have enough, acceptable recruits they'll send you into to find your dragon. There the dragons will test you. Most of them will attack you."

[ATTN: Irakvorr, Deidan]

Simone swore, ducking instinctively as she heard lighting crash over her head. Something groaned, and Simone yelped as a tree crashed down in front of her, in flames. She reached deep for her magic, trying to control the flames, but the fire was already too big and too wild. She shuddered. It was just like when Arcen died...

Simone suddenly noticed she was shaking. Get a fucking grip! It was fire, her element, nothing to be scared of. She raced to the side, skirted the flaming branch only to find another fire in her path. That bastard dragon. Simone pulled her cloak over her face, trying to protect herself from the smoke. The fire was spreading, fast, and it became clear her choice was either die or face them.

Simone backed away from the flames. There had to be some other way out. She coughed violently, and crouched down in the forest, trying to breathe. This wasn't working. Simone backed away, staying low to the ground, looking about for an exit. She had no other choice now.

Simone turned back the way she came, running through the flames and notching an arrow to her bow. Adrenaline gave her speed, and she soon burst from the trees, bow already drawn. The dragon was there, waiting, and she shot the arrow at him, aiming straight for his eyes. She didn't wait to see if she hit him - she turned, running full out along the edge of the forest.

[ATTN: Irakvorr, Deidan]

Simone breathed hard, her lungs still burning from the smoke. She glared up at the dragon, not daring to speak. There had to be some way out, there always was, and she tensed in the dragon's grip, desperately trying to break free. But his grip was like iron, and Simone quickly stopped trying. She was exhausted, and she would never had been able to break free anyway at her best.

The dragon was right. End of the line. Panic gripped her, and she tried once more to wriggle from his grasp, but it was hopeless. Fuck it all. Simone forced her muscles to relax, her heart pounding, and she looked up first at the dragon, then the Rider. She didn't dare speak. She wasn't sure she could speak.

[Attn: Rewilin]
Looking down upon the land nothing seemed to be amiss, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t. As they glided over what had been a grove of trees a fourth night ago, but now it just seemed to be a burned out crater “Rewilin fly lower” He didn’t mean to sound so demanding but his hairs were stand on end and he had a very bad feeling about all of this. It looked like a fight among dragons had happened here.

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[Attn: Kyra, Marcus, Isadeva, nesting]
Lazrus turned toward Marcus and the mage who looked as if he were about to pass out from fight, “She’s broken and bleeding out and you bring this mouse of a mage, does he even know what he’s doing?” his anger was kindled and it wasn’t just going to fade away and die. Was his brother really this stupid, if didn’t matter how fast you got a mage if the mage couldn’t hold his breakfast of his consciousness.

[ATTN: Drake]

Rewilin looked at the crater and started going down before Drake even saying anything. He than started looking for any signs of life. ''I wonder what happened here'' he said.

[Attn: Nephenee]

"No. Its just you girlie. No weapons. Luckily I had help." She raised a hand, fire flashing around her palm. Closing her hand the fire extinguished. "Though I think you have your own talents, right?"

She jerked her head towards the hall. "Come on doll, I'll get you all set up."
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[Attn: Nesting]

Isadeva squeezed Lazarus' hand, glaring at him.
The 'mouse' of a mage as Lazarus had said knelt down next to Isadeva, resting a hand against her. He closed his eyes, and began to mutter under his breath.
Isadeva let out a gasp suddenly, as her ribs shifted to move back together. It hurt, but it was a welcomed pain.

Marcus glared at his brother, hissing. "Lazarus, can I speak to you. Privately. Now."
He was about fed up with his brothers attitude, and he was going to bring him down a notch.
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[Attn: Irakvorr, Simone]

Deidan sighed heavily, limping over to them. "Can you carry us both?"
He didn't want to stress his dragon out, but the blood loss from his leg was beginning to make his world unstable and he needed to get it looked at.

{Attn: Nyrishae}

Kyra nods at Isadeva and quickly leaves. Heading to Nyrishae, she is relieved Isadeva didn't want her to stay. She easily jumps onto her back, Please, get us out of here, love. As they fly out the doorway, Kyra takes a deep cleansing breath. This is what she was meant for. If she could live on dragon back she would, though most would say she practically does. Pick a village, any village. Make it one decently far away, Ny. I need to breathe for awhile.

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{Attn: Darius}

Gray laughed at Darius' antics and then waded out into the water. Water wouldn't hurt him much, being an ice dragon, but he didn't go far out because he didn't like to swim much. The water was warm and he enjoyed it lapping against his wings. He decided he really should do this more often.

[ATTN: Grey]

Darius got on Greys back for a while and played with him in the water. A little while after hw got out ofthe water, picked up his glaive and started training with it, mostly to get dry and not be cold.

It looked as if he was dancing with his weapon, he was in perfect sync with its movement, creating a great defense and offense at once.

[ATTN: Deidan, Irakvorr]

Simone closed her eyes as they spoke, trying not to panic. Damn it all, why she had decided to try and play the hero today, she'd never know. But it was too late now. She tried to find some traces of her magic left, but she was completely spent.

She opened her eyes again, looking at the Rider. He was looking pretty spent, too. Seems his wound was starting to hurt him bad. She smirked. Maybe she could get a good kick in, before they dragged her off.

{Attn: Nyrishae, open}

After Kyra had centered herself, she started paying attention to the scenery, quickly noticing a village far below them. That looks like it could be promising, land there please, Ny. As the dragon smoothly lands in a clearing nearby, Kyra hops deftly off. She turns her face into Nyrishae's neck briefly, Thank you, friend. Ny would know she doesn't just mean taking her to this village, but the fact that the dragon was the one being she could count on other than her brother. Deidan was much too busy with his new responsibilities and building an army to be bothered with her emotions, but she knew he would be there for the big stuff. Pushing away her brief moment of melancholy, she straightens from leaning against Nyrishae. I'll be back soon.

Kyra walks quickly to the village, watchful and alert. As she enters the small town, she watches the people closely, looking for any signs of a good fighter or magical talent, though that is much harder to notice. She wanders the streets, waiting for someone to jump out at her as a likely candidate.

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{Attn: Darius}

Gray cocks his head and watches Darius train with his weapon while he dries off in the sun. When he woke this morning, he didn't expect the day to be any different than normal, but look at how it had turned out. Against his will, he had found a rider, but it seemed his luck had been with him. Darius didn't seem mean, abusive, or full of himself and like he would be a considerate rider. Even better, he didn't want to stay around here. Gray had come around to the idea of leaving, just knowing that the other dragons and some riders, would constantly give him gloating looks, the "I told you so" look that he just wouldn't be able to stand. After awhile of watching Darius, Gray stood and shook the sand from himself, signaling that he was ready to go.

{Attn: Open}

Nedria was having fun in the shopping area. She found and outdoor theater area where some musicians were setting up. Soon enough they started playing a lively tune. People started dancing and having a good time. It was hard not to get caught up in it.

It wasn't long before a stranger pulled her in to a dance. Nedria accepted with a smile. She was busy dancing, she almost didn't feel the hand slipping into her pocket. She spins around and locks eyes with a man for the briefest of moments before he takes off running.

Nedria chases after him. They run down the alleyway, around the corner, and down again. Nedria is used to the running from the hard work on the farm. If this asshole thinks he can get away from her he is wrong.

She chases him to a quieter area with less people. She smiles. This is good. She stops and coats the ground with ice. The man steps on it and slides into a building, hard. Nedria smiles and approaches him, melting the ice so she doesn't slip. She takes her wallet from him. "Hurts doesn't it. Maybe you will learn not to steal wallets."

She shakes her head and start back to the party.

{Attn: Nedria}

Kyra hears running behind her and presses herself into a narrow doorway just before a man and woman run by. She pokes her head out to see what was going on and sees the woman form ice on the ground in front of the man. Kyra takes a minute to watch the exchange and then follows the woman as she heads back the way she came, towards the music. This was the sign she had been waiting for. First she would try to convince the woman to join them and hopefully the woman would take the easy way, because Kyra had no problem with doing things the hard way.

Before the woman reaches the crowd dancing, Kyra closes the gap between them and taps her on the shoulder. "Excuse me, but could I have a word with you?"

{Attn: Kyra}

Nedria was feeling pretty good about herself. She didn't kill the guy, she got to use a little of her magic, and the party was just starting. She was walking back when she feels a tap on her shoulder. She turns to see another young woman. "Depends on what you need? What is it you want?" A cheerful smile is on her face.