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The little dragon hopped around in panic, the humans around him unaware of the little being there, the bags were not to be found and there is no scent of Sala. Just as the little one opened his eyes he was greeted by a small water made dragon. The two made conversation by numerous hisses and moans. The little black dragon found that he had beaten Sala there and that she could not have grabbed the bags. The water holding Sala's serpent shape broke splashing all over the stone street.

Lyra began running again after getting her breath back. Hopping over a building or two perpendicular to the forest she turned course. Instead of running away and towards what would seem her goal. Lyra was running where she came from. 'Just to mess with old friends.' Lyra thought as she jumped to the next building. Realizing she miss judged her jump she twisted landing on her shoulder hurting it. Gripping her arm she rolled over.




A redhead leaned on the opened window smelling the drying paints from earlier works. "Find anything good?" Rex smiled. "I missed you coming back." Rex stood up and tightened his jacket. "You would not have happened to have seen anything I could use, did you?" He asked, as the healer of this cliff-side town he needs the herbs found.