Dragoncita

((OOC: You are completely fine. I've recently had a bit of writers block for awhile, though I'd also like to try and get back into writing again))

**Me:** Life, and recently smashed my finger, so hard to type

**Celosia:** *Her horned head doesn't seem to acknowledge as Tearion seems to be circling around her, though she can hear his footsteps and feel the slight vibrations of movement. The most she does...

**Celosia:** *gives a slight nod* That I am still of unsure, but no use of finding anything if one is to sit still *A chirp sounds from Cyril. Though despite the more friendly approach of Pha...

**Celosia:** *A soft smile graces her features* Whatever that storm was that I had flown through, I have a feeling must've been what tripped our senses, and ending up in this strange place I am...

**Celosia:** *Grows silent again. Her pale blue eyes remained trained, looking ahead at nothing* *A soft chirrup seems to gain her attention. Cyril, the small dragon on her lap, lifted his horne...

**Celosia:** *Her head lifts again* The way you speak, of these 'things' and 'voices'. As I mentioned, it does sound like the corruption, and the more you speak of it, the more you remind me of ...

**Celosia:** *Silently pets Cyril, her tail twitching now and then, but remaining curled against her side. The woman slowly closes those milky blue eyes, letting the sounds and vibrations come to h...

**Celosia:** *Tilts her head slightly, the frown still upon her features* That shouldn't matter to a prophet or prophetess I do not need to be in the same vicinity of someone to occasionally re...

**Celosia:** *her head seems to turn, clearly listening intently to the voices around her* I will have to believe your words *The tip of her tail twitches ever so slightly* Chaos...visions...