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Her blood rushed as she approached the sword, almost a shiver ran down her spine. Her scales twitched slightly and she could feel adrenaline pump. The presence of the sword was apparent in her mind. An odd cold warmth, for lack of a better way to describe the feeling, flowed over her right hand. The presence wasn't alive, but seething with shadow magic that gave it a life of its own. Perhaps it was the elemental embodiment of ambition or of some other aspect of her personality. She needed to grab it, to have it in her hand. She suddenly felt as if she wouldn't be comfortable ever again unless she took it.
She walked over cautiously and almost as if a force pulled her, she reached and grabbed the sword. After a few moments of feeling the sword unite with her, she looked around and smiled.

"Would there be a sheath for this? We must get going." She said. A chirp followed and the urge to swing the sword around with rage. She quelled the feeling and prepared to hurry to the matter at hand.

*he looks around, and places his hand in one of the flame vents*"ahh, it's so nice to feel warm again, it is so cold in these caves..."

Sigilos sighed as they reached the next door. It was all going rather well so far. He opened the door, revealing what seemed to be a cloud floating in the middle of the door, covering everything, and blocking the view of the rest of the cave.

*Step carefully, and don't wander. You might fall.*

He vanished into the mist, his tail slipping in after him. Skie turned and looked at the rest of them.

{Uh, what's with the cloud? I'm still rather new to all this, so maybe you guys have some idea of what is going on.}

*he follows, keeping his eye on the swordsman, looking about he suggests*"let's not speculate, things are not always what they seem."

Sigilos' voice drifted from the shifting mists, ringing clearly through to those waiting outside the room.

*Are you coming or not? Riku said it herself, our time is limited.*

Skie glanced around, then looked at Terk.

{Well, you all know him better then I do, alright. I'll go.}

With that, she strode into the mists, looking slightly nervous. Her silver hide glistened with moisture as she entered the cloud. She kept walking, until she came out on the other side, she had to throw up a wing to shield her eyes, the light was blinding after being in the dark tunnels. She was used to the bright light, being a WindSailer, so her eyes adjusted quickly. She looked around, and gasped.

She was standing on a huge stone bridge, which seemed to float in the air. Then she realized that it was actually connected to the cliff where the door was, and when she looked at the other end, she saw that the path led to a stone column, which she could see disappeared into the sky below her. They where really high up, the air was a little thin, and if she hadn't been used to flying higher during her WindSailing, she would have been a little short of breath. The sky was brilliantly clear, and a beautiful shade of blue.
She saw Sigilos standing on the broad top of the stone column, it was a huge in width, the Gold dragon could have stood on it in his full size, and have room for six more dragons the same size to all fit comfortably. His scales caught the light, and she could see that he wasn't just gold, his coloring had some red, blue and a little bit of white, making him appear to be a living flame. The sunlight reflected even more off his scales, making him seem to be giving of little bursts of fire when ever he moved.

*Well, finally! Someone follows after all. Careful at that edge, the sky below us is real, that door is a portal, this place is far away from my home, deep in the mountains where I live. Be careful of the wind, as well, it can be a little strong here.*

As he spoke the wind blew over the bridge, casing it to howl as it swirled about some of the cracks in the rock.

The sudden light blinded her for a moment, her scales reacting to the UV Rays and changing a brilliantly light colour. Her eyes adjusted and she kept her footing, following where the other had gone. She didn't have too much trouble overcoming the wind in hybrid form, her legs were strong and her claws able to grib almost any surface, even rock. Her muscles bulged at points where it became harder to hold on. They were almost there though, however she felt her sword's entity retract in the gleaming, extraordinary light. Something told her time was running very short, but she passed it off as paranoia and continued on the course, calming herself and focusing on staying on the rocks instead of falling down them. It might have been easier to use wings, but where was the fun in that?

*he follows, seeminglt unaffected by the wind, he looks around happily* "your lair holds many odd magics my friend..."