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It had taken a fair amount of time before Trelweny had been able to relax enough from her fretting of leaving her family behind to enjoy the marvel of riding a-dragonback. It was something she had until now only been able to do in her dreams -dreams which at times seemed so real the woman had needed to actually take time to convince herself they were dreams at all. Sometimes still, she still wondered though she told no one. Not even her bonded kyunru though Keyna suspected what was behind that particular barricade as she had beyond all the others. Wind whipped the short tendrils loose from her braided hair to flutter around her face while the long braid itself snapped behind her, much to the annoyance of the GaiaCom who had to repeatedly swat it from her face.

Trelweny glanced down to the ground far below her. Flying never seemed to effect her mild fear of heights. It was only climbing man-made things that sparked that -more when those things moved than anything else. Right now it was the sight below that enthralled her. Never before had she seen anything like the gates they approached in more than pictures or paintings. "Wow..." Trel breathed softly.

Myranda was less impressed, but then somehow her programming had lead to a personality Timex probably had not fully anticipated when ordering her as a friend for his spouse. Hard to ask him now, of course. Still she held some appretication for their trip and current destination. Only one thing bothered her. "Why don't we simply fly directly to where the winged boy can be repaired?"

Mirror was hardly paying attention by the time Roan spoke up about the tasks that laid ahead. Jerked back to reality by the sound of his name roling of the tongue of the mighty dragon below him, Mirror listened to the description of the task. One chance. If Mirror had been in a better mood he might've blanched in fright, but alas, he was in no mood for such emotions. He frowned a bit, sighed, and slipped off the silver dragon. He gave a slight flutter to his wings, straightened his ethereal body and stood beside Xo. He felt empty inside. He glanced once at the amazed guards and found himself terribly envious of their physical manifestations. He wished he could've pinched himself, but unfortunately he couldn't even feel his own touch.

They were close...As soon as they got to the Cloister his mind would be preoccupied in making it through instead of on these pitiful ponderings of non-existence.

The GaiaCom huffed at the response, her logic circuits understanding to degree what the dragon-who-was-not-a-dragon was saying. If it could be said of her, one would say Myranda was curious to discover how a spectre would accomplish what was clearly a difficult task.

But that was not her perogotive. Keeping Trelweny safe was. She glanced at the human watching as she slid down the dragon's foreleg to stand with the others. She could see Trelweny was still in shock, her overtaxed mind more taxed as her green eyes took in the sights of the Merchant Gates. The GaiaCom's mint green eyes narrowed as she silently followed the widow to the ground. She would have to watch her carefully.

For the moment, Myr knew they were safe however. So long as the dragon was there. Her sensors indicated the almost worshipful awe of those watching. Yes, she could take the time to gather input from her surroundings. It would likely be useful later. She silently thanked Timex's spirit for having the good sense to fit her with the largest internal memory bank available. They were certain to experience sights & wonders they never would again and it would do both females well to have a recording of it for later. The witch would have to edit some things out for her human 'friend' until Trelweny was more prepared to accept them perhaps, but that was to be expected. It was dificult business, breaking down someone's inhibitions. Myr knew Timex had not succeeded with that in his mate before his death. That meant it fell to her and anyone she could use.

Glancing from side to side, almost embarrassed by the amount of flickering eyes staring at the group of new arrivals, Mirror pulled the sides of his mouth into a frown. As the people began to gather and stare at the massive dragon, Mirror floated backwards uneasily. Huge crowds were usually something this Al Sylian could deal with. In fact, he would of loved to perform for them and warm their hearts ...

" ... But my heart is too numb to warm others," Mirror whispered aloud, unknowing of the words that slipped from his phantom lips.

From the crowd, a woman, followed by some others, began walking right for them. Mirror glanced once at Roan, trying to discern if he knew what was going on, but Mirror wasn't sure how well he was at reading the faces of dragons. He was good with humans and other such like facial structures, but ... Well, he was looking at her.

Mirror gave a non-existent sigh and tried to straighten his spine. He could at least look somewhat decent in the miserable state he was in.

Gratefully climbing off of Roan's back, Shade would have been delighted to note that he'd managed to keep down his last meal this time around, except that he was still so quesasy from the flight here that he was in really no mood to celebrate.

~What a despicable town--definately not worth the trip here. Hopefully the cloister will be more...rewarding.~

Regaining his composure, Shade straightened at the sight of the crowd. No doubt a few were here to goggle at Roan's monstrous form, but he was sure that most were drawn to him, simply amazed by his awesome presence. This was satisfying to know, but reminding himself that he was here incognito, he stood silently, not acknowledging the crowd of potential minions for the time being.

As Hayaharu let her gaze glide along Mirror's poor mockery of existence, he felt somewhat disheartened as if he done something wrong. Well, techniqually, he did. It was because of him that his soul wandered without a firm material casing, it was his mistake that led to this.

Mirror was about to venture more about and within his dreary thoughts, but his attention was effectively snagged by the sudden change and shrinkage of Roan. Now standing nearby to him on claws with arms crossed and brow lifted, Roan had become another two legged being just like the rest of them. To Mirror, this change was always amazing and interesting to watch, so he found himself somewhat transfixed on Roan's being.

After they exchanged a few words of greeting, Mirror broke away from Roan and glanced between the two figures. It took him a moment to speak up with his echo of a voice, "Roan?" he asked tentatively, "Who's this? Where's the cloister?"

"This would be Hayaharu, she was a somewhat temporary fixture at the Tavern," Roan replied smoothly, continuing to stare down the otherwise proud Geisha until she looked away ever so slightly. It was a well known fact that it was not the place of any geisha to show disrespect - well, she wasn't to show disrespect unless someone else did it to her first. As of yet, Roan had done nothing out of the ordinary (except talk more).

"Indeed, you could say I am a native in these parts," which was no word of a lie given that her looks and accent alone would be enough to confirm she came from the main city. The lush kimonos she chose to wear, the particular manner in which her head piece sat atop her head. Nothing was out of place regardless of the length of time she might have chosen to travel - quite the feat if she wasn't so bold as to claim!

"The only one capable of making sure you can get inside Shoichi," she added after a few moments, offering a bemused smile at the startled expressions of a number of individuals. Apparently, like her there were just some things they had never dreamed of being able to see - a humanoid form of a dragon was most definitely one of them...At least they hadn't reacted like she had in the past, given the nature of her up bringing and the traditional myths surrounding dragons in these parts.

"Indeed," Roan made no attempt to disagree and instead he shifted his amber gaze towards the small party he had escorted safely to the Merchant Gates. All in all they were in reasonably good condition and had it not been for the minor slip up they might have been alright! Fate could be cruel sometimes, very cruel. "The cloister you seek towers high above your head in the Libern Range, it will be visible as we draw closer to the Imperial City."

"More often than not it is covered in cloud, but the shadows cast upon the Imperial City make it's existence apparent," the Geisha confirmed as she thought of the Range, she had always looked upon it with great distaste, especially given the disturbances that had rocked the city and forced the Emperor to react so drastically. "That being said, the journey to the Imperial City must be by foot or carriage...there are not trains from this point on wards."

"Mhm..." Was all the man could muster in reply.