Dragon Riders

((Did someone say dragons?))

Vicky bounced with excitement. "Would you?" she sounded static.

(Sad face, but okay.)
Vicky started blowing little purple bubbles and continued hopping down the path. In the distance a small town could be seen.

"Hello?" A voice called, "Is anyone there?" The sound of breaking plants grew louder, they stopped before they reached the end of the forest, "H-hello…?" Two large shining eyes were the only hint that someone was in there, they sounded hurt and hissed at every quick movement they made.

((OOC: Perhaps you should provide a skelly of your charrie, before jumping in? There's a skeleton on the first page of the RP))

((…skeleton?))

((OOC: First page, first post, you'll see it))

((You mean the template?))

((OOC: Template/skeleton, both work))

((Oh, well, it's supposed to be a secret, it kinda' ruins the intrigue if I do :/ ))

((But I'll still do it if you insist))

((OOC: I am not the owner of the thread, it is up to them if they want your skelly or not))

(Yeah, I’ve been trying to think about how to meet anyone so I’ve ended up in the sidelines)

Time passed, Liarra had fallen asleep upon the cushions resting on the back of the platform upon the back of Gol. Gaelan remained on the large dragonelle's head, tail curled around his side. His ears were constantly swiveling back and forth, listening to the world around him.
~We are approaching the village. Perhaps you should wake the little one~.
Gaelan glanced down to the dragonelle's head, then slowly stood upwards. He had been thinking of what his brother said, how he acted. Part of it was right, but still, he should make time for their little sister. She barely spoke or ever interacted with anyone or anything else other than her brothers, and their dragons.
The male moved towards the back, yellow orange eyes settling on his sister's form. A soft smile crossed his features, noticing how she had curled up, cuddling close to her chest a stuffed dragon. The toy was precious, and for good reasons, made from scratch by their now deceased mother.
~She does seem at peace~ Gol's gentle voice suddenly spoke in Gaelan's mind.
The young male pulled up a chair, his gaze landing on his little sister as she continued to sleep. Though his own voice responded to the large dragonelle ~Yea…I'm surprised she's been doing so well since mom passed away~.
A low rumble came from Gol, her heavy claws plodding along ~Mm, there are some things one cannot dwell on for too long, else it shall weigh them down. Grow, or wilt and die. It is good Liarra has chosen to grow~.
Gaelan lifted a hand, taking the hat off his head. He set it in his lap, ears laid flat back against his head, blending in with his unnaturally white hair. Only at the sounds of people moving, followed by voices, did Gaelan put his hat back on, moving back towards the head of the large dragonelle. Buildings and houses came into view as the village they often visited finally became clearer.

(Yay!)