Dragon Riders

hm... telepathy sound cool well, inspired's gone, lawrence is alone again... hmm....

I'm not gone.

you didnt drop then?

Nah.

ah, alright

Lawrence
"So then, Geniva. We crashing that good fest over the ridge? Might get us a few riders..."

wait what? Do they know each other?

yeah, they're both evil, i assumed the did

Sven: It feels like someone's watching me but nothing stands up when I turn around. Only more reason to make haste. I hurry on towards the monastary, trying to ignore the ominous presence.

Feur
I narrow my eyes, trying to search through the crowds for my rider but there's too many of the little ants. Might as well have some fun while i'm waiting... I dive, landing in the center of town. People pause and see that i don't have a rider before freaking out. I huff disgusted. Idiotic things. I hope my riders a bit more curagous.

ohh okay...

Geniva: "Are you stupid or dumb?! We can't reveal ourselves. Not just yet."

Lawrence
"Stupid and dumb mean the same thing," i tell her, just to get on her nerves.

Geniva: "Good, so you're not /completely/ dense!"

Lawrence
I chuckle. "Hey, just teaching you some more English, what's wrong with that?"

Geniva: I rolled my eyes and didn't answer. We were in the woods now, so I let my hood fall, revealing my glossy black hair.

Sven: I hear a crash and people start screaming and running off. When I turn around, a dragon's sitting right in the middle of town. I curse despite myself, racking my brain for a spell. "Hey, tall dark and ugly!" I call, trying to distract him from the others. That's when I notice how wierd my mark feels.

Lawrence
I glance up at Sareion. What's the point of walking when you have a dragon? I look away again, yawn.

Feur
I turn, looking uninterested at the taunt. At least one's brave enough to even stand their ground. Not like i was going to harm anyone, maybe burn some houses. I eye the human and yawn, flashing him my teeth. /What have we here? A monk, challenging me?/

Oops, Pavo, I'll reply on this chat now xD

Lacereta
I ignored her question /Who are you?/ I growled, my eyes flashing again

Sven: A voice invades my mind and catches my off guard. My mark feels like it's on fire. I look up at the dragon and glare. "I don't wish to fight you, but if you refuse to leave then I have no choice but to challenge you."

Feur
I hiss our laughter. /I thought monks were about peace and no violence?/ My instinct does point to him, though i'd like to test him first. /Challenge me then!/

Sorry for leaving so abruptly. Just to let you guys know, I doubt I'll be on much this week.

Sven:I take my staff and step forward, a small voice in my head screaming for me to turn back. After all, I'm not a knight or even a mercenary. But the cocky glint in his eyes keeps me where I am and I start muttering a spell under my breath. According to some of the travelers I've talked to, I just need to aim for his underbelly.

Sloane: I keep backing up until my back hits a tree. "Princess Sloane deMor of the Swamplands," I force out as my grip tightens on my bow.

not even over the weekend? :o

Anyway I can come in?

Oh, weekend's good although not for too long on Saturday. I'll be on more that night and some tomorrow.

Feur
My eyes narrow. /Tell me, human. Are you a rider?/