Dragoncrest Cliffs deimeika, natshana, en skaifaya

The first shooting star as it blazes brilliantly in defiance as it falls, as it dies, catches Eske’s attention and at first the Cheka can’t be sure she even saw it. Yet another falls and then more and the warrior princess is left staring at the sky in awe. She seeks a better place to watch them and when she finds one she is not surprised to see others there. Thuringwethil and Artaax speak, questioning what they are and Eske’s steps draw to a halt, not wanting to be too close and intrude upon their moment. Instead, she gives them a wide berth and gazes out at the stars as they fall. She is not beyond taking in the beauty of the world around her even if she feels certain she perhaps sees it in a different way then others. She is reminded of the first time she went to Ankyra Sound and noticed the breathtaking beauty of the illuminated waters, glowing candescent blue — a glow that had stuck to her fur when she had exited the water. This moment fills her with that same wonder and classifies it as a mystery she will never solve. “ai fig raun emo laik dragons.” Eske speaks up quietly, as to not startle the pair in the off chance they are not aware of her lingering in the background. She smiles as she says it, speaking mostly to Artaax. It seemed fitting for Artaax is a dragon child — just as Eske herself once was. She is still dragonborne just no longer bearing the title of child to weigh it down.