Flying through the morning skies was a large dragon with glimmering scales of red purple and blue, ever changing as the light hit them differently. Aster clapped his large wings in a slow strong beat, though his left at times stuttered a bit. His powerful jaws carrying a large dragon size basket made from the wood in the forest where he lived. Inside was filled with large fruits known as Dragon Fruit, a delicious sweet red fruit that was very large and round. It was a nice meal for any dragon and highly nutritious. Making a nice gift for the tribe and the elders.

Today was the first day of the festival, and although he hardly spoke to anyone, he still enjoyed attending the lively atmosphere. So everything was quite exciting.

As he breached the invisible shield that protected the tribe, his glowing purple eyes widened a little as a feminine voice shouted out from the basket.

[b]"Are we there yet? These fruit are kinda squishing me!"[/b] called the voice.

Aster blinked before glancing down to see a human girl with red hair and emerald green eyes wave up at him cheekily from the confines of his basket. Of course he freaked out a bit as he lost a bit of focus, causing his weak left wing to collapse. Falling down toward the large clearing where dragons were mingling. Hissing, he flapped as hard as he could, trying to regain balance and control.

Thankfully, he managed to land on his feet, with only a few stumbles and clumsy trips. Luckily, he had landed on no dragons, especially the much smaller ones.

Setting down the basket, he quickly snaked his large body around it to hide it from view and cover the scent before glaring at the human girl who was laughing at the rush from their plummet.

[b]"Man when you fall, you fall with style!"[/b] The human grinned.

[b]"What are you doing? I told you, you can't be here. Humans aren't allowed in the tribe. Tsk... Mirazan will tan my hide for this."[/b] Aster hissed quietly as he lifted his head occasionally to look around in case anyone got close.

This was Myrtle, a human girl from a human city. She calls herself a pilot, or engineer and she makes some of the odd machines dragons had always been curious about. Before, she had tracked him down and asked him to bring her to the festival so she could learn more about dragons to possibly help make better flying machines. Of he declined, since the tribe forbid humans. 

Of course she apparently snuck into his basket and hitched a ride. She was stubborn apparently but still full of life, she was much like her great grandfather, Zafine.

Before Myrtle could say anything, Aster covered the top of the basket with a large paw and talons as he looked up and saw a dragon in his compact form moving around.

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[b][u]Damia[/u][/b]

Yawning a little as she slept amongst the children dragonlings in their little cave, she slowly raised her heads as the morning suitor peaked inside. The emerald green dragon gave a loud yawn with both of her heads before slithering outside, her wings folded against her long back. A grin appearing on both expressions at the sight of gathering dragons, some that lived in this tribe, some living elsewhere.

[b]"Oh what a great day for the Festival! I can't wait to meet with the other dragons and hear about their adventures!"[/b] Damia's left head spoke excitedly as she looked around while the right head smirked in excitement as well.

[i]"I can't wait to hear about any epic battles some dragons may have had! Maybe burning down villages or territory skirmishes!"[/i] The right head spoke out.

Slithering along the ground, her long body moving smoothly, her golden eyes looking around excitedly as she looked around for a dragon she thought would be nice to talk to.