~Sometime later*~

"Are you cold, Allia?" Zilant muttered up at Allia, riding on his back, clad only in her dress sans the armor, green hair flowing with the wind. When it wasn't whipping into her face, that is. Long hair wasn't always graceful on fast moving objects.

"Hmm? No, I'm fine. It's funny. I haven't felt cold since you entrusted the Sword of Sheol to me all those years ago." She glanced down at said sword. It was thickly bundled in cloth, which then had Allia's armor over it, which then had more cloth and bindings over it. "Did we need to bring it today?"

"The Sword of Sheol is not something we can ever leave behind for safekeeping, no matter how trusted the bearer." Zilant intoned, irritated, "It's bad enough that you bear the blade in such a shameful manner. The House of Solidas does not sulk timidly into any arena!" His mouth puffed a spit of flame in his vehemence. 

"We aren't going to an arena." Allia chided, "Besides, I can hardly be called sulking riding such a majestic dragon, now, can I?" She patted his neck.

He laughed at her obvious flattery. The frosted lands beneath were but a cloud bank dotted with decorations.

~Sometime Later*~ 
~Just outside the border~

"HELLO? IS ANYBODY THERE? CAN I COME IN? IS THAT OK?" Allia yelled, one hand holding close the bundle that contained her sword, the other cupped around her mouth.

Zilant's wing claw found his brow. "This is exactly what I was talking about, Allia."

"Look... I had to talk myself into entering a receptionist's room.. Now that I'm actually doing things myself, you're going to have to get used to my way of doing things, Zilant." Allia dropped her hand from her mouth to her hip.

"No... [b]I[/b] talked you into a receptionist's room." Zilant's toothy maw widened in a grin. "And I'll do it again. Here. Let me try!"

 "NONONO" Allia squealed, lowering and wrapping her free arm around Zilant's neck in panic as he reared up nearly vertical gathering a massive breath.

 [b]"ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR"[/b] The dragon's voice would be audible far off, echoing through the land.

*TM