Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160715062945/@comment-13615389-20160917024617

(Terribly sorry everyone, I've just been very busy since returning. So much so, that I find it difficult to fit in time for this, or I just forget. I'm still very much interested in continuing though, but expect slow progress until my schedule frees up.)

Tiana took the flower without much hesitation, feeling the smooth texture of its petals between her fingers briefly before setting it aside on a table crammed with an assortment of oddities. "That'll do." She said to Jaree, "The leaves and the feather now are all I need to begin the... Seeing ritual."

The beast didn't bother giving chase to Tariq, settling back in to rest as its wounds mended.

"That's sad and all, but we best get going," Floyd said, looking past Tariq toward the serpent, "It looks calm now, but I don't want to wait around and risk being lizard-chow."

Valeera assessment of Konahrik's mindset was both right and wrong, to varying extents. The man assumed someone might try to pursue him, but his arrogance was enough to overpower any sense of discretion he might have within. He didn't care enough to check.

Following him led Valeera (and Samedi, should he choose to follow her all the way) back through the bog that had almost become familiar to them, if only because it all looked the same. He took powerful, long strides full of purpose as he marched along the muddy banks of the Tengai River; head held high and proud. Eventually, they reached the edge of Cespar where the thick olive canopy that cloaked the rest of the island in a veil of shadows was almost nonexistant. There, Konahrik simply stared up into the skies and took a deep breath, as if preparing to speak a speech.

"''Oh-dah-viing!" ''The skies themselves seemed to rumble at his call, dirt and mud being displaced by the sheer power of his words as the bare amounts of vegetation blew back as if hit by a harsh gust of wind. It seemed as if this display accomplished nothing for a moment, but then another sound was heard. A call in response to his own in the distance. Red wings appeared in sharp contrast to the otherwise brilliant blue horizon, their owner soaring gracefully down to the island to retrieve his master. Konahrik simply waited with arms folded as the dragon approached.