Swiftcurrent Creek Only hate the road when you're missing home.

The bi-coloured Frostfur's expression brightened considerably, keen to know that another outwith her family shared an appreciation for the mythical creatures she and several of her siblings had been named for. She recalled pretending with Nebuc as children that the lizards they lived alongside in the desert could grow to be as mighty and fierce as those of their mother's lore, that they would develop wings and colours as vibrant and beautiful as those in their imaginations. Those times had been simple, easy, joyful. Samarkand had provided a wonderful start to her life; she was ashamed to admit to herself that her own pups might not experience the happy beginning that she had.

"Indeed. I wish they were real," she said softly, and her features softened. Her father sprung to mind, and Paar wondered if he'd heeded her advice to return home to her dam and tend to the latest additions to their growing family. Having failed to share with him her pregnancy, he had little to remain for - Paarthurnax had made it perfectly clear that she was not going to be budging from the Teekon Wilds. Casting her concerns aside, the crimson sandflower focused on her bright-eyed companion who mentioned his own family's apparently un-exciting naming process, and sparked her curiosity to learn more about him. "Is that so?" Paar asked, opening up the opportunity for him to explain.