Dragoncrest Cliffs The Prince And The Dragons

There’s little time for Furi to get control of the situation and the moment Blixen arrives, it slips out of her grasp. The pale girl introduces herself as Seri and she tightens her jaw, forcing her gaze elsewhere while her fiery friend begins to question the situation. Her heart begins to beat a million times a minute and she tries to steady her breath and control the sinking, chilly feeling in her chest while the rest of her burns with anticipation. To make matters worse, Arrille cuts off what he’s going to say only to mention she’d given him an offer. Her ears fall back against her head and she clears her throat to try and find the words she needs to say.

Furi doesn’t have time to deal with the fact she knows Seri but she is in luck when the other doesn’t question it. She doesn’t seem to remember or acknowledge any familiarity. The girl hadn’t been in Teaghlaigh that long and has only run into her once when she was smaller. Furi had much darker fur and only her mane had begun to cry silvery tips but since then she’s more dusty silver than black. The scent of her family has long since been shed, she sighs, and she realizes it’s been an awkward pause too long.

”I told Arrille about Drageda and... and how they took me in but,” she pauses and fumbles over her thoughts, staring at Blixen to keep the connection without interruption while she reaches desperately for words her friend has taught her. ”Fou ai get na nou,” she says sloppily, missing something that she can’t remember. She only hopes Blixen understands what she means and takes pity on the situation. She doesn’t need another reason for the girl to be mad at her again, especially without recovering from the last.

Nervously, she turns to Arrille and Seri, uncertain she can even offer now, ”you’ll have to talk to the leaders though.” She keeps her eyes on the pair, afraid to turn to Blixen and catch her angry looks.