Above all shadows rides the Sun
The barren wasteland of Hak Etme brought back the unwelcome memories of his recent experience. Bones rising from the ground like giant dogs. Walls of flames and strangers' faces. And Maea's limp form in the sand. He still didn't know what'd become of Maea after Flora had vanished with her, but he'd had his own tasks to focus on. Maybe after Nature Frey helped him get his dragon, Zavien would take the time to investigate the following events.
In the meantime, the Dragoon trekked across the sandy dunes, shielding his eyes from the occasional snapping wind. The Draig Cordillera towered over the horizon, a beacon and a warning to all those who dared approach. He'd never personally traveled to the area, but the rumors of hordes of dragons called to his spirit like a song. Even if they were dangerous and deadly, he couldn't deny his admiration for the creatures, evident by his current quest.
Dragging his eyes away from the mountains breaking the clear blue sky, Zavien found the base of a hill that finally seemed suitable to his needs. Clearing a ditch, he pulled his supplies from his bag: a bag of Hak Etme sand (not that there was a lack of it here), an armload of fiery stone and gemstones, and the meat from an allogator he'd hunted. In addition, he removed supplies for a fire. Then he began to set the stones in a large circle to create a sparkling wall that would contain his fire. Next, he dumped the sand and firewood into the middle. Settling next to it, he struck a match to start his bonfire. With nothing and no one in sight, Zavien felt relieved knowing the flames wouldn't spread, and people wouldn't be subjected to his horrible cooking skills. He couldn't burn down a kitchen if he wasn't in a kitchen.
In the meantime, the Dragoon trekked across the sandy dunes, shielding his eyes from the occasional snapping wind. The Draig Cordillera towered over the horizon, a beacon and a warning to all those who dared approach. He'd never personally traveled to the area, but the rumors of hordes of dragons called to his spirit like a song. Even if they were dangerous and deadly, he couldn't deny his admiration for the creatures, evident by his current quest.
Dragging his eyes away from the mountains breaking the clear blue sky, Zavien found the base of a hill that finally seemed suitable to his needs. Clearing a ditch, he pulled his supplies from his bag: a bag of Hak Etme sand (not that there was a lack of it here), an armload of fiery stone and gemstones, and the meat from an allogator he'd hunted. In addition, he removed supplies for a fire. Then he began to set the stones in a large circle to create a sparkling wall that would contain his fire. Next, he dumped the sand and firewood into the middle. Settling next to it, he struck a match to start his bonfire. With nothing and no one in sight, Zavien felt relieved knowing the flames wouldn't spread, and people wouldn't be subjected to his horrible cooking skills. He couldn't burn down a kitchen if he wasn't in a kitchen.
Zavien
