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An ill wind blew through the town as the crew was housed in the ship, everyone feeling a charge to the air but not knowing what to feel tense about. Dragora had finished making the basic shapes to the large-scale lightning channel, Zerion mounting the heavier pieces in the forecastle where Slypnir instructed. Vibarsi was looking over the side of the deck, seeing the dark clouds approaching he knew a little too hastily to be natural.

"The wind carries a storm, but it's not by any means natural." The falcon stated, hearing Midnight and Farresetia approach.

"You feel it too? It's too quiet, the town knows something but everyone's doors are locked." The panther replied, hearing a shuffle below their feet as Zerion and Slypnir worked diligently.

"At the rate they're moving, Dragora, Slypnir and Zerion should be done with the weapon and we should be more than adequately armed for anything that cloud carries."

Midnight held Farresetia's hand firmly, and the pair went back down below deck as Vibarsi headed to his quarters, pulling out a saber and tying the sheath to his waist. Within the hour the lightning channel was completed; a large, tesla coil-like cannon mounted at the front of the ship and Dragora walking to his quarters, exhausted. Slypnir and Zerion inspected the invention carefully, knowing they couldn't test it for fear of its power before heading back as well. The three draconians were unaware of the approaching storm, and Dragora was already undressed and in bed when the lithe and muscular draconian arrived.

"It must have been draining to work with that metal..." Slypnir whispered, slipping off his clothes as well and laying next to his mate.

"It was surprisingly rigid, I would have had a hard time working with it." Zerion aired back, already stark and laying facing Slypnir, kissing his muzzle lightly before nuzzling his neck and falling asleep quickly.

Dragora was already in the motions of the usual dream he had been having, sitting in class with a blanket around him as the Mr. Arahano was teaching more shadow magic. It was more explanation of the counter-teleport and the draconian had his head on the desk thinking about the strange town looked like, and where the young children that greeted him before were.

"Dragora... Dragora! Time to wake up, class is over." The old fox explained, shaking the draconian's shoulder.

"Sorry, I spaced out. Where were the little ones this time around?"

"They're outside, waiting for you. You appeared later so they assumed you would stay a bit later as well."

Dragora got up and nodded, heading for the door quietly.

"You might want to hold on before you go." Mr. Arahano mentioned, Dragora turning around to see him digging through his desk, "These are for you, I thought they would be more fitting to walk around in than that." He added, holding out a uniform like the one the other students wore.

"Thanks, but didn't you say that draconians are a rarity in the first place?" the dragon-kin pointed out, his mind focusing on the small kin momentarily.

"That's why I have an idea, but you'll need to slip into these first."

Dragora nodded and headed for the door but was hindered by the old fox. Dragora peaked out the door as he turned around and saw a large creature in armor.

"You'll want to stay in here; there are patrols on the grounds after classes..."

With a nod and blush, Dragora took off the sheet and put on the clothes, reddening more as the uniform strained against his figure and Arahano helped fit the suit. The draconian let out a gasp as he felt the fox's fingers slide into the waistline of his pants, but relaxing as he felt the band widening and looking to see small stretchable cords in the waist. He wondered how the teacher was so casual with helping him fit into the clothes, where he was used to teachers reluctant to touch any pupils with a yard stick. The old fox finished adjusting the waist, but the draconian still felt threads straining against the rest of my body.

"Well that takes care of the waistline but this suit isn't exactly fitting..."

"If I had other suits I would try them but this is the only spare I have. Another idea crossed my mind though..." Mr. Arahano trailed, concentrating and feeling along the clothes lightly.

The garments expanded where the fox touched, Dragora breathing better as the clothes eventually fit his form perfectly. He watched as Arahano seemed to know exactly what to do, making him wonder if there had been others who had similar troubles, or even other visitors to this strange place.

"If normal methods don't work, basic alteration will do. Now for the complicated part, here; tie your wings back." The fox commented, handing the draconian wing straps and incanting slowly.

Dragora fit the harness onto his appendages, straightening his jacket and looking down oddly as the straps vanished. He went over to the mirror in the room and gazed over himself, his muscular form still visible through the outfit but his wings and the harness were completely transparent. For the first time without worry of darkness running through his veins Dragora took a moment to look at his form. His musculature showed plainly, and he gazed into his reflection's eyes, smiling faintly as he remembered that last time he looked into a mirror was when he was a hatchling, wishing to have the body he did now. Coming back to the task at hand however, he turned and looked at his back as best he could, not even seeing a hole in the back of the jacket.

"How did you make my wings and the harness only invisible?" Dragora inquired, seeing no sign of ever having wings in the mirror.

"It's only an illusion; they're still very much there. However, that harness is enchanted; it can retain the spell so you can walk around town, just try not to adjust it too much, it'll mess with the effect."

Hugging the teacher momentarily, Dragora sat down with questions running amok in his mind. "Thank you, but I was wondering; you seem so comfortable with helping me fit into these clothes, yet the teachers from my time wouldn't come near us with a pole."

Mr. Arahano reddened slightly, but it wasn't noticeable through his fur to the draconian.

"Old methods were meant for old times. Students felt avoided, like they weren't individuals, many things. So they encouraged teachers to try to treat students as peers. There were roadblocks at first, such as relationships, but then it was deemed as fine, because student performance increased. The students in relationships actually were worked harder than other students rather than given leeway, and freedom to teach how teachers pleased was widespread." The vulpine explained, flushing more as he went on, "Needless to say there are some classes that are enjoyed immensely; health, physical classes, and so on; as well as the normal classes like math, magic, and creation that all have their own twists and perks to liven the experience. I didn't mind adjusting your clothes because I have to do it on a normal basis, as I teach bio-alteration as well..."

"So that's why you seem so lax near the others, but how is bio-alteration possible? Slypnir couldn't cast it even."

"Well magic has a habit of evolving over time, where the normal magician could cast arcane magic in your time, only those exceptionally talented in magic could cast it in this time. But at the same time, other magic has become easier."

"Alright, well I would like to learn some bio-alteration next time I drop in, if that's okay..."

"Of course, but for now I think you should join the little ones, they're probably anxious to show you around."

"Oh! I almost forgot-" Dragora recalled, moving quickly toward the door, "Thanks again."

The old fox waved slowly as the Dragon-kin walked down the hall, passing the guard leisurely and walking toward the waiting children outside. They circled around him and nudged him along toward the huddled alleys, asking dozens of questions until the got to the alley where they matured suddenly and threw the draconian off.

"Sorry about that, the guards don't like us acting older than we are, so we had to put on a show." Incresi stated, leading them down turning alleys toward their abode.

"Where are your wings? Did Mr. Arahano give you my old harness?" Tresa inquired, Dragora looking over at the hatchling as noticing her wings were visible, just furled.

"I'm confused now, so why was Arahano so intent to hide mine, but yours are just fine showing?"

There was a small silence before the small draconian answered, letting her wings stretch and Dragora noticing instantly that the membrane was cut. Coming over and touching the small draconian's muzzle lightly, Dragora hugged her and examined the cuts.

"I have an idea." He stated gently in her ear, focusing deeply.

The muscular draconian held his hands over a wing, a soft green light emanating from his palms. Tresa could feel warmth and tingling on her wing, Dragora's face solemn in concentration as the feel got stronger. The larger dragon-kin's mind was focused on the image of a healthy draconian wing, Tresa flinching slightly as she felt her wing membrane once more, the nerves restoring slowly until the wing was unscathed as if they had been stored in a case. Dragora finally broke off, breathing heavily and feeling drained as he looked at his work, touching various spots and seeing the smaller draconian's nerves respond and muscles flexing to the contact.

"Sorry I can't do the other one at the moment, but how does it feel?" Dragora asked concernedly, wondering if he had done alright.

"I... I can feel it again! Oh, thank you..." Tresa retorted, hugging Dragora tightly, "Having at least one wing gives me hope that bio-alteration can help."

"Well give it a stretch; I want to make sure it's healed before I take credit for a first time." Dragora responded, blushing as the others gawked at him, "What? She's the same race, magic is imagining the effects strongly enough, and I know what a healthy wing looks like. It was just a matter of concentrating enough.

Tresa stretched her wing out cautiously, not feeling any pain as it flapped slowly. The other looked on curiously, the young draconian's wing seeming stronger than before it was cut.

"Alright, so where were you going to-"

A crash of thunder cracked above, and Dragora jolted up. The air felt wrong to him, and he walked out on deck cautiously, Slypnir and Zerion at the door to the deck.

"You're awake, good. Raiders are attacking the town. I would use the cannon but there's a child amongst the crowd, I'm afraid it'll link." Slypnir stated, opening the door and walking out on deck to survey the situation better.

"I'll clear him away then, just keep that cannon at the ready; Zerion, make sure no one lays a finger on this ship." Dragora urged, his mates nodding as Dragora summoned his ancestral blade.

With a bound the muscular draconian was in the air, keeping his sword low to the ground to clip foes as he flew overhead. Spotting the child, Dragora made haste for him, seeing the young bat flapping clumsily as it scratched at the Raiders. Within a sweeping movement Dragora caught the bat as he pulled back up from lunging and flew upward, seeing the tesla cannon gathering energy at the bow of the ship while he soared toward the deck with the young chiropteran in his arms.

"Are you alright? What are you doing fighting the bandits all alone?" Dragora asked, glancing back as the cannon shot and a third of the crowd lit up to a blinding intensity.

"I... need to find... my friend..." The boy panted heavily, stumbling towards the front and trying to get ready to take flight.

"Oh no you don't! I'll find your friend; what's his name, what does he look like?" Dragora retorted, pulling the bat back as another shot of the cannon decimated the crowd again and the remainder began to fall back.

"El... Elevrity... He's a blue and yellow tiger, please, you got to save him!" The bat pleaded, Dragora recoiling to the name.

"A-alright, just stay here, and help that draconian over there by telling him if anyone's trying to come on board okay?" Dragora answered, taking off into the crowd with mixed feelings.

The cannon's charge fizzled as Slypnir saw his going back into town, withdrawing from the cannon temporarily. He came up to the deck to see the bat against a wall, glancing around as he hunched over.

"Hey, are you alright?" Slypnir asked, uncoiling the boy and seeing large holes in his wings and a few flesh wounds, "Holy crap, okay, let's get you below."

While Slypnir carried the child into the ship Dragora was scouring the field, where finally a ball of yellow and blue in a corner caught his eye.

"E-Elevrity...?" Dragora asked cautiously, the tiger looking up in hope as he heard his name called, "You okay? Your friend was looking for you, he's on the ship; come, let's get you to safety."

Elevrity cringed at the draconian hand approaching him, unsealed memories of his past life coming back to him. Dragora crouched down and looked the tiger in his almost congruent eyes, pleading a dozen apologies with his eyes as he kept his hand out. The tiger couldn't help but look back, seeing his own reflection in the Dragora's pupils and seeing the repentant nature in them.

"Please, it's not safe here; what I did in the past was wrong of me and I hope to make it up to you in any way I can now, please..." The muscular draconian aired out, the tiger taking his hand and hugging close to him while Dragora stood up and bounded upward, flying back to the ship hastily.

Slypnir was doing his best tending to the bat's cuts, at a loss as to how to fix his wings. He heard his mate land on the deck above and patted the chiropteran's head softly as he laid back, walking up to see who else was in the battle. As soon as he opened the door he stopped dead. The tiger from his nightmare in Sylphistrine was standing there before him with Dragora crouching over and inspecting him for any scathes.

"No Slypnir, he's not a Lothgrenier warlock, just a 9 year-old with unsealed memories." Dragora explained looking up at his mate and knowing why Slypnir stopped short, "let's get him below deck so we can get some info as to why the town was attacked, and the bat's his friend.

"Seik'Furez is here? Please, I want to see him, he's the only friend I have..." The tiger whimpered, jolting up and running toward the door.

"A-Alright, alright, just hold on, he's resting and you'll get lost, come." Slypnir retorted, taking the child's hand and leading him below deck while Dragora came over to Zerion.

"No one tried climbing up?" Dragora asked, wrapping his arms around Zerion's waist, and laying his head on his mate's shoulder.

"Nope, they were scared of the cannon. However, there's more to that tiger than meet's the eye..." Zerion commented, nuzzling Dragora's cheek softly, "Like when Slypnir fired the cannon twice, it fried the crowd. There wasn't even a singe on his fur."

"Elevrity is a peculiar one... As far as I could gather his father was a lightning embodiment, and as unlikely as it sounds I can't say I have much doubt left as to that claim."

"But there's something more. I don't know, I just... I feel uneasy with him around, the minute you two came approaching the air felt tense, it's like he's a walking thunder storm."

"I'll tell Slypnir to see if he can charge up the engine some more, I'm sure anything would be brimming with magic if it could absorb something like that cannon."

Zerion nodded in understanding and walked with Dragora below deck, where they both joined Slypnir in watching the bat and tiger kiss and hug like fully grown animals.

"I would say it's odd, but I'm assuming the bat also has unsealed memories." Dragora commented, Slypnir nodding before touching the young ones' laps.

"Alright, well we need to insight as to what happened. Who were those people, why did the storm arrive with them?" Slypnir asked inquisitively, the children settling down.

"The brigand fortress has a storm generator on it and they raid us twice every year. The guards gave up on doing anything because when they intervene, the fortress fires on the town. That's why we tried stopping them this time, but as you can see the townspeople are too frightened to repel them..." Seik'Furez answered, holding Elevrity close.

"Maybe we can shoot the mechanism with the lightning gun to at least disable the storm to look for a weakness." Slypnir suggested, pondering his knowledge.

"That wouldn't work. If it's generating storms then obviously it'll have a nonconductive shell over the mechanism to prevent shorting, however most nonconductive materials are rather brittle..." Zerion retorted, Slypnir switching direction in thinking.

"That's it! Elevrity is a marksman with the guards' new rifles, if you can tell him what to aim for he'll be able to hit it." Seik'Furez pointed out, Elevrity blushing through his fur.

"I don't know, the new standard rifles have none of the things I'd need to hit something as specific as a shell on a fortress. If I can get one with a scope, then I'd have a good chance but just shooting blindly into the clouds with a guard's rifle would no doubt make them think the guards are trying to intervene again. There's one specific model though, if you can convince the captain to part with it for more than two minutes..." The tiger suggested, kissing his mate's cheek.

"You mean his E-486? It's just a prototype-"

"He finished it." A voice came from the stairs, and the group turned to see a demon standing on the stairs with the device in his hands, "Elevrity, you've won every weekend contest when it comes to precision, and if these draconians are right, then this should do the trick."

The captain handed the rifle to the child, the contraption longer than his torso. While Slypnir looked oddly at the weapon, the demon took out three clips and helped the tiger put one in.

"Looks like I'll be joining along to replace cartridges, disadvantages of being reincarnated fully aware aye? I'm Vindreiz by the way, captain of the Pneuschorn guard." The demon nodded to the three draconians.

"Well the clouds are still here so we can still catch them while their backs are turned right? If I can get onto a roof I should have a good enough vantage point." Elevrity commented, looking toward Seik'Furez.

"I... I'm sorry Elevrity, when we got separated my wings got attacked..." The bat retorted quietly, spreading his damaged wings as best he could, "They're not cut to the edge thankfully so they'll heal, but I can't fly until then."

"I'm guessing he's your good luck charm? Alright Zerion you get Elevrity and the rifle, I'll get Seik'Furez. Captain I'm assuming you know a good roof?" Dragora asked inquisitively, holding Slypnir close.

"Yeah, the inn. It's the closest and third highest building in town. Let's go." Vindreiz answered, climbing up on deck and leaping off, heading toward the vantage point.

The others followed closely, the chiropteran hugging onto the tiger as they got into position and Zerion looked through the scope to find the mechanism generating the storm.

"... There, center and bottom, see? It's that white bubble looking thing. You sure this can travel that far?" Zerion asked, looking at the device unsurely.

"A standard rifle can, I'll split the thing in 2 shots with this one." Elevrity replied, seeing the storm generating and adjusting.

One solid thump and the solid iron shell flew out of the magnetized barrel, the child's shoulder recoiling comically but the storm quickly dissipating into a more localized cloud. Vindreiz set the bolt back proudly and handed the gun back to the tiger, who grimaced in frustration.

"Damn, I can't see through the cloud layer when it's condensed like that..." Elevrity mumbled, Dragora stepping up.

"Slypnir let's see if we can shift the clouds with wind." Dragora suggested to his mate, the trio close together.

The lithe draconian nodded and they concentrated, the clouds moving easily as gusts of wind pushed them back.

"Elevrity, you're gonna have to shoot through that wind, compensate for it, you got test shots at your disposal." Vindreiz whispered into the kit's ear, the child nodding slowly.

Another thump and the shell soared straight for the target until the wind pick it up and hooked the shot to the left. The demon cocked the rifle back knowingly and saw Elevrity slowly pan to the right. With a third beat against his shoulder the child had to call it quits, obvious bruises forming below the collar bone. The shot stuck as well, the clouds quickly fading off into the blue sky and the fortress plainly visible.

"That's one part removed, now how do we draw it in?" Vindreiz asked, seeing the draconians pull out their weapons.

"We don't, we go and take the fight to them." Dragora answered, bounding off and taking flight toward the mass of stone in the sky.

"Vindreiz, I've an idea, put the rifle to your shoulder and let me look through the scope. We can provide support by picking off the wall lookouts." Elevrity proposed, climbing up onto the demon's back as he held the rifle firmly in his grip.

The tiger nudged and ordered to fire while Seik'Furez cheered on his mate, the three draconians flying up to the fortress and landing on the wall to find several guards heads missing. Dragora leapt down into the courtyard, his blade gleaming as he was outnumbered and his shadow took form, slicing symmetrically to the blade's master as they swathed through foes. Slypnir stayed up top, raining spells onto the courtyard as Zerion took on anyone who scaled the stone to get to them. Foes continued to pour from all entrances of the tower, Slypnir finally directing spells to cave in doorways until only the main entrance was accessible, where they pushed forward to the portcullis. Zerion heaved at the gate, unable to move it and examining the material.

"Slypnir, this isn't metal, light it."

Quickly a fireball incinerated the aged wood, and Dragora cleaved through the subsequent doors, enemies holding the gate falling as the sword split the oak and they entered the main hall. Hastily enemies filed in along the stairs and halls, the muscular draconians taking the flanks while Slypnir blasted away at the center. Opposition remained strong as the trio were beginning to get fatigued, Dragora and Zerion panting between swings while the lithe draconian had to fall back, the casting of spells beginning to wear on him.

They heard a crash outside and Slypnir was the first to see their airship landed in the courtyard, the rest of the able group coming out to fight alongside the trio. Vibarsi took to the front, his long reach accompanied by a lengthy saber. Midnight took Dragora's place while the draconians doubled up on the right. Farresetia and Luxicitius casted spells to and fro and the main hall was quickly cleared. As the party made its way up the fortress the opposition grew sparse, until they reached the top, where a group of mages awaited.

"By order of Lothgrenier all of you are under arrest for interfering with tax collection. You will be-"

"Tax collection my ass, you were raiding the town of a nation out of your control!" Dragora shouted back, summoning a shimmering tower shield.

"I'll go check where this fortress will land, make 'em suffer." Zerion told Slypnir, who casted a large area silencing spell.

The mages were defenseless as their only form of attack was stripped away; Dragora, Vibarsi, and Midnight advancing and striking them down leaving only the last. Zerion came back in and dislocated the last mage's shoulder with an elbow, delivering a flat foot to the adversary's chest after flipping him onto the ground. The party felt the fortress shake, and they rushed down toward the ship.

"The fortress should float, but the ship will drown when the waves come over the walls from landing." Zerion commented, Dragora bolting forward from hearing him.

The group reached the ship to hear the engine already running and waiting for everyone to board, Slypnir being the last out flying up onto the deck as the ship began rising into the air easily. The crew flew away from the falling fortress back toward Pneuschorn, the large structure crashing into the ocean and the townspeople coming out of their homes to see Dragora and the rest landing on the port.

"You did it! Elevrity's resting at the inn, I can't wait to tell him-"

"Seik'Furez, it can wait. We aren't leaving today, how about you both catch up on healing a bit, I'm sure we'll either be staying at the inn or on the ship until we decide where to go next, and we need to talk to the leader of the town anyway." Slypnir explained to the young bat, kneeling down to get eye level.

"I don't think we'll need to search very far for the leader..." Dragora commented over Slypnir's shoulder, the lithe draconian looking up and the bat spinning around.

"Seik, get back home and rest, you're in no condition to be up and about. As for you two, you stopped my town from being pillaged with a rather long leeway before they could assemble another fortress. I am indebted to you." An older bat dressed in formal clothes stated while approaching, patting the younger chiropteran on the cheek.

"Well we may have to collect on that a little early, we're gathering all the nations we can against Lothgrenier, and we were hoping you would join the alliance." Dragora explained, seeing the leader cock his head in attention, "I'm the son of Nijraketo, king of Dawn. Your assistance in standing against the king and his mercenary army would be appreciated."

"Well that would explain two things; it's been a while since I have seen dragon-kin in this town, and the surge of magic I felt not all too long ago. I still owe your father a favor, so I'll gladly join you putting a stop to the entire upper world being raided." The older bat retorted, "One condition I have however, is that you tutor my son in magic; your other dragon friend and the cheetah give off the aura of knowledge, and I doubt Seik'Furez would go anywhere without the kit."

"I'll teach him all I know. Do you have any knowledge of other towns that would join the cause?" Slypnir replied, hugging close to Dragora.

"Aratrin perhaps. Though the king may seem stoic and uncooperative, he has his soft spots. Challenge him to a duel for leadership; he'll have no choice but to accept. If you win you can use that as leverage in negotiating."

"Alright, we'll head there when we're ready to leave." The muscular draconian answered, feeling his mate shift while holding him slightly.

The head of the town headed toward a small home near the dock, going in and shortly after going across to the inn. Dragora and Slypnir proceeded to climb back onto the ship as they heard Seik'Furez whining in the background, his mother pulling him toward their home. The trio met back up in their cabin, already lying together in the bed as their eventful day drew to a close. Dragora faded quickly into slumber between his two companions, Slypnir and Zerion having their arms wrapped around each other.

"It would seem we're off to Aratrin after everyone recuperates..." Slypnir trailed, nuzzling into the sleeping draconian's chest lightly.

"Well I'm sure Dragora will want to stay on the ship, the trick is finding out what kind of fighting style the king will use." Zerion responded, kissing Dragora's shoulder before touching his muzzle to the lithe draconian's.

"For all we know it could be a magic duel. I guess we should ask him about assistance first, see what he keeps at his waist."

"That can be deceiving, maybe just challenge him to unarmed combat?"

"We'll work it out when we get there, for now though..." Slypnir trailed, shifting around so he laid next to Zerion, rubbing down his mate's belly slowly.

Dragora appeared next to the group of children in the uniform he disappeared in, catching them all off guard.

"Well the suit stayed but your harness doesn't do much." Foli stated from behind the draconian who was still trying to get his bearings.

"You won't need to really leave here anyway so you're fine. What made you leave so suddenly before?" The hatchling to his side asked inquisitively.

"There was a storm and the lightning woke me up. Also I'd imagine magic wears off when I wake up." Dragora answered as he saw the group around him, "So where is this?"

"This would be our home, our guardians aren't currently home though. Tell us more about you and the time you come from."

"Well it's definitely been eventful thus of late. On one hand you have a breakthrough in technology, and on another you have an all out war brewing." Dragora explained plainly, sitting back on one of the large piles of cushions, "I'd probably be insane from it all by now if it wasn't for Slypnir and Zerion, hell I'm having to face my phobia soon with heading to Aratrin."

Tresa sat down on a smaller pile nearby, tuning in as if it were a first-person tale, "Is it true that there used to be cities in the sky? And what are you afraid of?"

"It may sound unbelievable but yes, I didn't even know about them until recently, and we're currently in Pneuschorn. What happened to them in your time?" Dragora asked, his curiosity piqued about the time he was in, "Also I'm afraid of spiders."

"Well the books say the islands fell from the sky 100 years ago when the clouds rained so much over an old war site that nothing was left to support the lands." Incresi stated, seeing Dragora's attention focus in.

"And the people that were on them?"

"Most survived, lot of injuries though. I guess foundations were meant to withstand anything but earthquakes."

"What about foods, what all was there in your time?" Foli asked, his stomach growling.

Dragora giggled and looked toward the kitchen, "Well unless even plants have changed in a 1,000 Years I can probably make something."

The draconian headed into the next room followed by the children closely, Dragora going to the cabinets to find familiar spices to no avail. Blushing slightly, he opened the caps of several to smell and dab a finger to taste them individually, limiting the number of bottles on the counter from 26 to only six. After experimenting he took out a few other ingredients, making a meat-related dish and a greens dish to appease the children who watched him. He set the meal out and they all dug in eagerly, Dragora himself not having eaten before or after the battle and his hunger setting on quickly. Tresa was the first to finish her meal, sitting back slowly and blushing.

"That had to be the most filling meal I've had in a long time, wish our guardians could cook like this." The smaller draconian commented, seeing Dragora finish second.

"Well the orphanage I grew up in didn't have any cooks, we were given slop. When I complained they told me to try cooking for everyone. I took them up on their offer and started learning how to cook at an early age. It only takes time and a good sense of taste." Dragora explained leisurely coming over the Tresa and examining her other wing.

"Were you going to try my other wing?" She asked, the other children almost all finished with their meals as Dragora nodded, closing his eyes and rubbing his hand along her wing slowly.