Snippet #2709042

The trip from Dreamer’s Rest Tavern started off easy. The blue dragon tried to spark up some conversation to learn more about them. At least until he heard a chime coming from his map signaling a message arrival. 

“Oh nice. A message form home.” He tapped on the message and began to read it. Each line he red his expression fell more and more until tears started to flow. “I…I need time to myself. He was still a hatchling…” Ravyn’s armor flowed over his body and wings. The normally glowing eyes on his armor dimmed. His map slipped from his hand and he said no more.

The message from home read as follows. From Brynt. “Brother, I’m sorry to tell you this way instead of summoning you back home but we all know how important it is for you to be out among the worlds. We took him to the doctor when he became sick. They tried everything within their powers but the sickness took its toll and he passed away several days before this message was sent. My wife and I traveled with him to the central spire for the funeral rites. We know you loved him as though he was your own and will miss him terribly. His name was etched into the entryway of the central spire for all those who visit to pay their respects. We decided to give you the toy you gave him when he hatched, a stuffed dragon plush. It was his favorite toy and he would have wanted you to have it. We placed it on top of your dresser in your room. See you soon brother and good travels.”
The message ended.

He spoke little on the trip through the first chasm and ate even less. Most of the conversations were ignored aside from important instructions. The dragon stayed in his armor for the majority of the trip. Only having it fade away when he needed to play the part of a slave. Even then he said nothing.

Finally they neared the chasm to the Holy Lands. He heard Valen talk to them but ignored most of it aside from something that was relevant to him. 

“Do not venture past that chasm and try not to make a lot of noise if Alexia is not there. The … beasts... of her home world can tear clean through entire platoons of well armed Crusaders. The beasts have learned to fear the demon in Alexia, but it will be very important to be careful.” He stated as he got off the wagon and walked beside it for a few. “And I will state this again. DO... NOT... FLY...” He stated extremely firmly. Ravyn did wonder if that was meant for him but then Sam could also turn into a dragon.

He didn’t really notice when Valen left and only realized it when Alexia spoke in her annoyed voice. 

“I assume that my ally has explained things fully to you?” She asked. “You all know not to fly in my home world correct?” Ravyn nodded once. “Sam will help you all land safely, I'm just going to dive in before you and will be waiting on the other side.” The eyes on his armor glowed blue as he watched the feline jump up and into the chasm.

Like her, he stretched his armored wings and took off into the chasm behind her. Though not as flashy of a take off as her.

All he could do on the trip through the chasm was think. Think on the message he received from his homeworld and his memories of his nephew. Though that was just more of what he was doing since he received the message. He knew he would need to focus on the mission so he wanted to work out his initial grief and sadness fast. It wasn’t easy though he knew it wouldn’t be. But his allies are counting on him. He couldn’t let this get in the way. He would mourn more later.

Alexia was already there when his wings slowed his descent and allowed him to land softly on her world. Moments pass and the blood mage exits the chasm followed by Holo, her wagon, and Sam.

With a sigh he lowered his armor and looked around the so called Holy Land. Just looking at the dragon it appeared as though anytime he was in his armor he did little more than mourn for his fallen nephew. He rubbed the tears away and pushed the sadness aside. This world made him feel like a hatchling again. Though he would not admit that to any present. It gave off an aura of ‘Careful little dragon. You’re prey here so watch your step.’ That warning of not flying above a certain height was a warning he would listen to.