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"Hello Rushia. You're dreaming right now."

The voice had an odd accent, one that really could not be placed. After a moment the darkness of sleep clarified to show a small circle of stone slabs, simply existing amidst the dark. There was a well in the center and a young man with long, pale blonde hair sat on it with his hands folded. He seemed to be looking directly at Rushia even though his eyes had neither iris or pupil.

"I am sorry to tell you but even if they heal your wings physically you will still be unable to ever fly. Your new wings will be forever weak and although dragons do not need wings alone to fly, some of that instinct from before these times remain. Your mind might realize you can fly but the spirit will not. But-" And he smiled softly. "I wouldn't interrupt your sleep like this if there was no hope whatsoever. There is a human traveling the mountains around Gen'yiel. He has white hair and can fix your wings so that when you come of age and take a Bound you will fly. You're going to wake up now, just for a little bit. The elder dragon is still nearby. Tell him they must fetch the white-haired human and that Thanos will know how to find him. Be quick about this, for you won't have much time before the elixirs take you into sleep again. None of you have much time. Good luck Rushia."

And the dream was gone and she was awake.

Astalder stared at Fam as she clarified the situation with Thanos's father. The thought of it was just baffling, but he supposed it explained a thing or two. Shaking his head to himself, he glanced the other way to see the hatchling wandering off.

"Weird.." Blade uttered before looking up at the dragon by him. Astalder didn't say anything else, and just started walking through the tunnels once again. The human, shrugging, just went along with him, walking in the same general direction Fam had gone.

The elder was stunned for a moment after the outburst. He stared at her and then regained his composure.

"You're dreaming," he began, "You overheard... no... you didn't. You didn't overhear the fallen's rambling."

The dragon had watched over the ward for a long time. He had seen a lot of things in his life and dealt with a lot of dragons and their Bounds and all seemed to have incredible stories. He'd learned long ago not to dismiss them. And this, too many coincidences. Rushia had been talking to him when Thanos had visited his sire - she couldn't have overheard. Far too many coincidences for him to just ignore.

Besides, even if they were just chasing smoke and dreams, maybe it might help the hatchling to feel like he was doing something. Especially if he had the right dragons sent with him. The elder nodded gravely.

"We'll send Thanos," he said, "As soon as Fam returns we'll send him with an escort to find the human. Your wings won't be weak. Sleep now."

Passing by having just been released from rounds, the infirmary was in far more of a ruckus than usual, sounds mixed between scuffling younglings, mixed with a squeaky shouting down one carved out hallway mixed with that of desperate pleading suddenly busting down one of the chamber lanes.

"Take your scuffling elsewhere, young ones. Do not get underfoot with the staff," Padar commented while he passed by the ragtag group, not giving much of a look as it did not seem like anything serious.

Deciding to check in an make sure everything was alright, the dragon-knight stopped just short of the partition, waiting tail-a-twitching. His attention drifted from curtained hallway to curtained hallways as he waited for anyone passing by to ask if they needed assistance before he returned to his chambers where his bound had already headed.

He had heard of the fallen dragon that had been brought in earlier when the information had been passed down the lines, but being on duty elsewhere, he had not been one of the ones to retrieve nor see what shape the said dragon had arrived in when he had been delivered. Coincidence only seemed unlikely that the stir today in the infirmary would have to do with anything else.

As they went on through the halls, the pair paused as the faint sound of shouting could be heard some distance away. It was too distant to really know what was being said, but apparently something exciting was going on somewhere up ahead.

"Seems like Gen'yiel's really up in a stir today," commented the human. But he supposed there was somewhat of a good reason for it. It wasn't exactly everyday that a Fallen dropped out of the sky ranting about some flying human.

Astalder glanced over at him, then shrugged more or less. As odd as it was, he was sure the circle has experienced stranger things before.

The dragon snorted.

"Pfah, I can handle this ward blind if I had to. But my mystery is beyond the bounds of these stone walls. That white-haired human the fallen was raging about keeps showing up. Dragons that should not know about him suddenly demand that he be found. I might be sending you down a false trail, but it may be worth looking... at least for a little while. And who knows? Maybe he is real. Human magic can do things ours can't. Either way..." The elder yawned, showing off a mouth of teeth, some missing, some broken. "We'd be lax to ignore it, I think. Apparently the little dragon - his name is Thanos - is the one to find him. His scent is still around that area there. See if you can't track him down and see if he knows anything about tracking, neh?"

And then the elder got a sly smile.

"Besides, might be a good chance to persuade him to join the knights, rather than his fallen brethren. He's still young and impressionable."

The elder snorted.

"Padar, I have no idea if this human even exists or if I just asked you to chase spirits and mist for me. But when there seems to be magic involved, you don't question. You do. You're starting to sound like a human. Question, question, question. We... older dragons... have a disadvantage, I think. We've taken on human traits from our Bounds. The dragons that are not yet Bound? They don't have that. If you're hunting mist, bring someone that doesn't question its existence. Suppose you do find the human and it is dangerous - just toss the little one off the cliff edge. He has fallen blood. He can fly."

The elder regarded Padar for a moment.

"That was a serious suggestion, not a jest. And here's an even more serious predicament: if you don't find him, I'll have to figure out why every light-blasted patient in the ward is having delusions of the same person. If it's a new disease I'll name it after you."

((ooc: Not sure exactly how far down the tunnel Padar is, but I'm seeking to make a move of my own))

It didn't take very long for Thanos to realize he had somehow managed to wander in a circle, and that he was approaching the infirmary again. Wrinkling his nose at the thought of his father's insanity and rejection, the dragonet sighed. He really needed to get out of these tunnels. His thoughts were interrupted by the sight of a large dragon, one dressed in armor. "Excuse me," he said. "Can you help me find my way out of this mountain?"