Dragoncrest Cliffs In the cold light of day, we're a flame in the wind.

They start to scan the immediate surroundings for anything of interest but as the kid pipes up, an ear swivels down at him and she slowly turns to look at him. “I am. Leaders can be very busy,” she tells him, looking up. “I bet he’s busier now that Heda is gone, isn’t he?” she asks. It was a bad time to take Heda away, perhaps, as her departure had a bigger impact. Drageda seems to depend on her instead of living on its own and she wonders how long it will fare without her.

“These birds don’t fly away until you’re right on top of them so if you want a feather, you might have to go scare it. Kinda trot after it for a while, let it run around in the sand, and then pounce. You probably won’t catch it but I bet you’ll scare a feather or two off it,” she encourages once they get a little ways and around the next bend of cliffs, about eight birds scurried along the sand.