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Grrel soared over the deep blue sea, a cool wind at her back. Gliding lazily through the sky, she headed towards the land called Ayr by the two leggers. She’d heard that it was a place of wind, mist, and rock; where only the strong went because Dragons ruled it. A place where Drakeins and Dragons could live with out pesky two leggers around, Grrel thought. But two leggers did have their uses; they knew how to make the shiny rocks even prettier and how to forge jewelry, they could cook…. Oh yes, they definitely had their uses. But once Grrel had grown and transformed, she’d be able to do anything they could plus more!

As she approached the land, she was disappointed. It was just as boring as Eowyn, but without the added bonus of bright blue skies and warmth, in fact this land looked uglier than her homeland! Its colors were drab to her eyes, no bright gold or light brown; it was a grey and bland brown color. It did have interesting shapes that loomed out of the mists, but you could find interesting shapes in Eowyn; they had wind carved rocks too… though not to this extent.

The mist was damp and chilly, she didn’t like it at all… her senses strained to catch any muffled sound, any shadow of movement as she slowly descended into the mist shrouded rock spires of Ayr. If the sun hadn’t been shining through the mist from above, Grrel was certain she’d have gotten lost. She slunk about, being careful not to fly to fast because the wind here was unpredictable; it threw her off with all its strange paths and eddies as it blew through the canyons.
She barely saw the Ayrala attack her from above. They knew this land and its inhabitants, and Grrel’s bright orange scales marked her as an intruder. Raking with his claws, the smoky grey dragon bit down on Grrel’s neck in an attempt to break her. Screeching her rage and pain, Grrel sent her magic out, covering herself in crackling lightning that shocked and burned the biting dragon. Her body bleed from the deep scrtches on her back and haunches. Luckily she’d managed to shock the dragon into letting her go and she flew straight up, out of the mists into the sun where she knew she couldn’t be ambushed.

Hurting and angry, Grrel fled back to Serenia, in pain but not wanting to land in that icky chilled misty land. Ysali’s had been bad enough, but at least then she could have at least sensed them coming... she hadn’t heard or smelled or seen any warning… next time though, next time she’d be the one ambushing. After she got over these painful wounds though…