"Lady Mya? What brings you here to Sandpaint Canyon?" The owls' feathers made no sound on the wind as he flew beside his master, yet his voice rang out in her mind as clear and loud as a bell. He darted over and under the young dragoness while eyeing the leather bag clutched in her foreclaws.
Mya did not but smile at Rowen's questioning, shifting the bag in her grasp before diving downwards into the canyons' depths without warning. "I came to seek items so I may barter with the Chi'lin and Pan'luns." She backwinged and landed delicately on an outcropping of rock before staring back at her companion with gentle, green eyes. "You know as well as I do that we need more supplies. Our food sources cannot last forever." Folding her wings, she bagan walking down the sandy pathway, stopping every now and then to tuck someting into the leather bag she carried.
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