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Drais looked at Tiberius his gaze becoming dark and masked. He shook his head then replying, "Somehow I don't think that's your only serious qustion, and... I don't have the answer to that qustion for you, but me, I already know." He sits down then begins to both ask and state things he thought of. "Perhaps because of how safe it as. Its familiar, reliable and safe to these mudane things like playing and obeying the caste sytem. There is control, but where does that control come from? Themselves or their leaders? Why not do things the Kerl way and rome the world alone, afraid to fight anything alone and always dodgings danger. It's exciting but its not the life many storytellers are believed to speak of." Drais looked at No Name who pondering something, and from the looks of it, focused on it entirely.

No Name was sitting up, and her one wing was drawing things into the dirt, her green feathers leaving dusty marks. "I... wouldn't know of normal pack life, growing a lone dandelion not placed among a field of dandelions. I guess... it's safe and easy, comforting I think." She hasn't lost the tormented look on her face but she's thinking too hard to realize that a sapling is beginning to growing from where the tip of her wing is. It's tiny green limbs unfurling and moving toward No Name's wings like a child wanting a hug. It blossomed all of a sudden, it's fat bulb pulling way to a white flower still growing.

No Name continues speaking without really seeing it. "My parents left me in th field, promising to bring bowls filled with sweet morning dew but... They never came back, and I waited, and waited. I thought they'd come back to reward me but a week went by and I... The trees began to whisper bad things to me and I left." The flower blossom is growing rather quickly now.