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

When no scolding comes, Dacio lets himself relax. His tension slackens and he continues to regard the Fleimkepa quietly, responding only when spoken to. "Dacio," the boy said softly, wanting to know her name but unsure if he should be the one to question his superiors. There was always some discomfort when conversing with the adults of Drageda, for it was difficult to recognise whether they thought him in their way or not.

"Uhm," he stalled, grey-green eyes dropping to the ground as he felt he should have found something worth following by now, but nothing had been able to keep his attention. "Nothing yet."