Noctisardor Bypass The things that stop you dreaming.

Paarthurnax relaxed as she patiently awaited the youngster's arrival, and looked around the meadow. Fall would soon be upon them, claiming what was left of Summer's bright colours and replacing them with reds, oranges and dull greens. The heat would disappear, and their land would be gripped by frost and biting cold, the promise of a Winter to come. She did not fear for Noctisardor Bypass, for its numbers were strengthening with every week that passed, but her time in the North had taught Paar that the cold season was incredibly harsh on nature compared to that of the desert.

When Leila appeared over the brow of a hill, the crimson healer smiled warmly. She welcomed the girl to her with a beckoning yip and, sweeping her tail across the grass at her rear, Paar reached down to affectionately bump her nose between the youth's velvet ears. She then plucked a gnarled little twig that had gotten tangled among the tufted fur at the base of a lobe, and she found herself wondering what she'd been getting into.

"Happy time indeed," she chimed, reclining to look down with fondness at the unusual young female. "You are settling in well?"