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Tasarin nodded his head, pleased at this news. Then we shall arrive there as fast as possible.
His wings beat the air, the steady sound comforted any worries he might have had.
Green leaves sped under him as he rode the winds, like jasper. In the distance, the line of trees seem to end where the land rose up. It was mostly just dirt and rock.. why was that? He went a little faster to see.
Ah, where Gaiamat had met Ryan. The upturned earth was where she'd tested him so many weeks ago. He remembered that night well. This meant that they would be upon the cluster of trees where Tasarin had encountered Denna and Ryan.

Surely enough he passed there too. He would reminiscence later.. he was excited to find the village.
He went south like she had instructed and soon smelled faint hints of firesmoke and freshly churned dirt, the distinctive scent that humans held, and dead wild animals. Finally it came into view... tiny humans, wandering aimlessly or working, some still as they peered out into the land that lay before them. He turned downwards into a sharp dive, his wings folded so he wouldn't jerk back up into the air painfully. Naturally he spiraled as he fell toward earth. Dives and freefalls were his specialty.

Just seconds before colliding with the waiting earth, he spread his wings and was propelled forward. Dark black claws outstretched to stop him - they caught in a clump of bushes and he came to a halt, having to take a couple steps forward for the power to fade away. His jaws were open, panting in exhilaration. The wind fom his motion blew past him and his Rider for a good few seconds.
They were a minute's walk to the village, but the majority of him was hidden by plant life. It didn't matter - they'd have to be insane not to see him just then.
Off you go. Be safe, he looked back at her, still breathing a little heavier than usual, sitting so she could slide off of his side.

..::..

Ryan grinned at her suggestions. "Maybe they'll write a book about us." He laughed at the thought.
Gaiamat flew past the valley and then into one the color of sand, descending into a large opening at the valley floor. He kept his eyes below him, growing more interested by the second.
He thought it was endless, as it was black.. but she landed. Ryan's eyes adjusted and he stared.
There were crystals all around - glowing varying shades of green and blue, some embedded in the rock. There were faintly pulsing dragon runes, glowing brighter than the rocks. There were formed structures of stone too, though it was hard for them to make out what they were.

Gaiamat dipped her head down. Ryan did the same silently - perhaps he should. So this was Mordenai's Circle..
"Why is it called Mordenai's Circle?" he questioned quietly. This place was beautiful, and he'd love to know more.

..::..

Cedare's tail twitched. Hrm, she said in a pondering sort of way. All of Ashwise's words were true.
Gaiamat protected Ryan well, it should be that he wouldn't have to go through such hardships. He was like a young boy to her, although he had taught her most of the language she used. He was excited by everything, like it was all new to him. I hope no one hurts him. I don't know how well he'd handle it.

Near Outside~

Cedare blinked her eyes as rays of sunlight fell across the rock of Gaiamat's entry room. It felt nice on her scales. She almost missed the wind. It looks lovely outside, she muttered, as if the fine details of the world could console her worry. Mostly it was to distract herself.
Whatever worked.

..::..

Kharygos snorted. A small puff of smoke exited his nostril as he did this.
Riona did not seem very pleased at the news, but that matter had been a wonder for him. She and Somnium never exactly connected from what he'd noticed.

When he reached the edge of the cliff he leaped off, his wings catching him on the wind. He took his time in flying down, swerving around mountains and gradually lowering. Flynn's home was in sight, but he circled it a few times before landing on a nearby boulder. And so it begins, his eyes gleamed with anticipation as he moved off the boulder.