Orian nodded at Sindra's words before he looked to Kela as she spoke, his head moved towards Lor as she fell and moved to try to catch her.
Ram moved faster and went to offer his horn to her quietly. "Take my Horn." He said with a rumble.

The Hooded figure moved forward Lor quickly and knelt towards her. She moved her hood back to reveal her face.
Her skin was a deep mocha colouration, her eyes a stunning copper colour. For the most part she seemed human, apart from the red, twisted ram-like horns that seemed to grow from her temples. "You're going to be okay." She said before she moved her hand towards the wound, "I need to touch your skin to heal... May I?" She asked with a small tilt of her head.

Damien properly sat up now, he felt the blood rush to his head but he pushed through the pain. He looked up towards Kela and Lor.
"Oh... Good." He panted, moving to lean against Orian's neck momentarily, "She's safe."
"Just wait til she realizes you're fatigued." Orian said with a laugh.
"You may not be partners. But you share a bond that may allow you to become a Rider and Dragon." Ram said quietly towards Sindra, "If you wish to, of course. Although a bond that is crafted between Rider and Dragon, even if not wanted, is near impossible to break."

Lor was strangely grateful for Ram's help as she took his horn. "Thank you." She said between a grimace before looking over to the woman. The first thing she noticed about the woman was the horns, then her eyes. She couldn't stop herself from staring for a moment, never having seen someone who looked like this. What a peculiar group a people they were.

"By all means, if it means I'll be healed." She told the woman as she slowly moved and actually removed her shirt so the wound would be exposed better. She didn't even think about the fact that there were others in the room and even if she had she still had undergarments on so she wasn't completely exposed.

"We share a bond?" Sindra questioned quietly as she looked to Lor. Was such a thing really possible? Perhaps that's really why Sindra had decided to save her. It had just felt so natural to want to protect this woman. "I'm not even sure she would want to be my Rider. It seems she's quite afraid of flying." She informed the other dragon.

Kela gave a gentle smile to Lor as she gave permission. She moved her hand over to the wound before she breathed in slightly. "This may sting. My Magic essentially turns back time on wounds." She said before she breathed in, green light slowly glistening up her horns before Lor's skin around her wound started to feel numb before it seemed to itch and slightly burn.

The pain of the Arrow going straight through her body echoed sharply before a gentle numbing feeling echoed from inside the wound before slowly flooding through it.
Kela moved her hand away gently and moved to stand up. "Just stay there for a moment, It'll settle it's way through. I need to check on Damien." She said gently ,nodding to Ram before moving over to Orian and moved to step onto his lowered wing to get onto his saddle. "Stay still." Kela said with a stern voice; a much more stronger tone than what she had used with Lor.
She pulled her hands to her chest and breathed in slightly. Damien only seemed to wince at her movement.

"Not all Bonds are formed through touch." Ram rumbled gently, moving a bit more to hold Lor's weight a bit easier for her, "Just a sight of a dragon can link two souls together. Even if a wiff of her blood, the sight of her wound or even the sight of her; there is a possible bond."
A rumble seemed to echo through the entire area, it came from deeper in the sanctuary; The awakening presence of another dragon was strong in the air. Ram's head moved towards the door before he glanced to Orian, who had followed his gaze.
"He's awake." Orian uttered quietly, "He has been resting for Months..."

Lor nodded in understanding as the woman began to heal her. She grimaced only slightly at the buning sensation, more distracted by the soft green glow surrounding her horns. She was quite intrigued by this woman and who, or more of what she was. Either way she was thankful for her help.

It wasn't until she felt the sharp pain of the arrow piercing her body again that she gasped and almost collapsed, yet held firm to Ram's horn. Sindra flinched at Lor's gasp of pain, swiftly moving her head to the other side of her to help hold her up. She hadn't even thought of the reaction, she just did it. It caused her to really think about what Ram was saying. "Hmm I suppose there could be some merrit to your words." She concluded as she realized that she had been forming a bond with this woman in the short while that she knew her.

The rumble that echoed through the place caused Lor to look up and around, distracting her briefly from the healing sensation. Sindra was also caught by surprise at the sound. "And what, pray tell, was that?

"The Old Kings Dragon." Ram said quietly, looking back to the female Dragon quietly. He looked to Orian, who seemed to be awkwardly standing in place; the Moon Dragon looked towards Ram and continued to stay still- He didn't dare move while Kela was working her magic on his rider, on his saddle.

Kela pulled her hands from her chest, revealing the small, slender thread of energy coming from her chest.
Damien's eyes locked onto the thread quietly, his face showed worry and some fear. Kela moved to tangle the thread in her hands as it snapped from her chest; making sure to tangle the thread as much as she could before she stepped to Damien a bit more.
She leaned over him and looped it around his head, settling it fall on the Male's hair.

Kela finished dropping the thread after a moment, stepping away from Damien with a tilt of her head. She watched as the strands slowly broke and turned into what would seem to be drops of water, each dripping onto Damien.
Kela glanced to Ram momentarily before moving to hop off of Orian's back, "Take Damien to his room, he needs his rest." She said before she returned her attention to Lor, "We have a spare room for you and Sindra if you wish?"

Sindra felt a little surprise and confusion at Ram's words. She had remembered some things about the old king, the good human king that ruled before the tyrant took over. She had also heard rumors that he was a dragon rider, but she never truly listened to those rumors. She'd always believed them to be stories and nothing more.

Lor's attention was once again pulled back to Kela and Damien, quite intrigued by what was happening. She couldn't see everything, however she did see the string of energy that seemed to be pulled from the woman's chest? How incredibly intriguing. Who was this woman?

Both dragon and elf remained silent as they waited for Kela to finish what she was doing with Damien. Lor was definitely starting to feel the exhaustion from the events of the day so when Kela offered them a room she nodded. "Thank you, I think we'd both be very grateful for a place to stay." She said as she glanced at Sindra who nodded in agreement. In the morning perhaps they'd all have more energy to discuss things.

Kela smiled towards Lor and Sindra, bowing her head slightly to the Dragon before she looked to Ram, who was already leading Orian away down a hallway. Kela looked back to the Elven female and the Dragon, "Follow me." She started with a small smile, "There are Stables if Sindra would like to rest with other dragons but the rooms here are big enough for both of you."

Ram lead Orian along, "I don't need to be shown to my room." Orian said stubbornly, Ram staying silent. Orian muttering something under his breath as Damien jolted as he coughed loudly.
"Augh ow." He groaned quietly, "Kela's magic makes me feel all stiff and achy."

Both Lor and Sindra nodded as they began to follow Kela. At the mention of Sindra having a choice of where to sleep, the pair glanced at each other. They still barely knew each other, however Lor could feel a bond starting to form with this dragon and Sindra was feeling the same. She could tell that Sindra wanted to stay with her, yet at the same time she knew it could be beneficial for her to stay with the other dragons and learn more about this place. She decided to leave it up to Sindra, because if Lor really wanted to find out more she knew she could do so by other means. "I think I shall stay with Lor tonight." The dragon stated simply.

Lor didn't argue one bit, even if she wanted to she didn't think she would have had the strength. She knew that once they got to the room she was going to be out like a light.

Kela nodded gently, "Of course." She started, glancing back to the others as she lead them through the hallways.
She slowed down and stopped at a doorway, moving to push the door open to show a rather large, plain looking room. "Here we go." She said with a bow of her head, "Once you spend the night the room should adapt it's decoration to that of it's owner."

"He's not happy with you." Ram stated to Orian and Damien.
"I'm not surprised." Damien said with a small sigh, "He is my fathers' dragon; he's essentially my father at this point."

"It will?" Lor questioned as she glanced around the room while stepping inside. "Intriguing..." She said as she wondered about how that was possible. Back in her village they only had basic technology and stuff so this was quite interesting to her.

"Thank you again Kela. Your hospitality really is appreciated. I suppose we challenge see you all in the morning." Sindra said, bidding everyone goodnight before she went to settle into the room and looked at Lor. ""So who do you think this Damien person really is?" Sindra questioned the elven woman as she lay down. She didn't mention the fact that she'd overheard Ram and Damien talking before they got to the room.

"I suppose he's just another man who hates the tyrant king just like I do. I think they all are." Lor responded as she too lay down on her bed. She had also overheard the conversation, yet kept it to herself just in case anyone was listening. She could question Damien about it at a later date. Sindra merely gave her a nod and both fell quiet. It wasn't long before they had both drifted off into Dreamland.

Kela bowed her head quietly as she left the Elf woman and her Dragon. She made her way through the halls, sending a mental message towards Ram before she headed down a secret hallway to a stairway, climbing down it.
Kela stepped into the room beneath everything else, she glanced around the darkness before she lifted her hands up, lighting the room with magical fire. "Are you okay?" She asked the large dragon in the shadows.

The large dragon lifted his head slightly, his scales worn but still shiny, glistening in the light. He let out a small mumble before he moved to settle down again.
"I'm fine. Damien is back, things are settling again..." The Old Dragon said quietly, "I know you worry for him, he's young... Dumb..."
"Brash, Hot-headed, Stubborn." Kela listed before she rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I know."

Orian stepped into Damien's room, moving to push his Rider off his saddle onto his bed before he turned to Ram, who watched from the hallway.
Damien let out a grunt as he was slammed into his bed.
"Okay... I deserved that." He started before he looked lazily over to Ram, "Can we look at this in the morning. Thanks." He said before he dropped his head back again.

"Loraya, if you can't continue to use your left hand like we've asked then we have to force you to do it." A voice said and Lor looked to the elven man speaking. This was a memory, a not so pleasant memory of when she was fourteen years old and her masters were trying to make her the best she could be. Two other elven men had hold of her as she struggled and shook her head.

"No, please Master Aego. I'll start using my left hand, I promise." Lor said in a panic as the other warriors moved to place her right hand on the table. She struggled, but they were much stronger than she was. Aego didn't respond to her please, instead going through with smashing her right hand and effectively breaking it. Lor screamed in agony.

That's when her eyes slowly opened and she looked around the unfamiliar room, unsure of where she was at first. Then the events of the day before came flooding back to her. She glanced over to the dragon in the room who still seemed to be asleep. It was rather early still, but she couldn't justify trying to fall back asleep.

So with that, Lor silently got out of bed. Sure enough the rooms decorations had adjusted to her preferences. It was very similar to her room back in her village. They same room that had been burnt to a crisp when the tyrant king attacked. The sight of it brought her some comfort yet saddened her at the same time as she silently crept out of the room.

Her footsteps were silent as she began roaming the halls. She wanted to explore, but she also wished to maybe find some food and look into getting a new set of clothes.

Kela stayed with the old dragon for the rest of the night, talking to him and mulling over everything.
When the sun started to rise, Kela stood from where she had sat, now that the large beast had fallen asleep. "Rest well my friend." She said quietly before she moved to walk up the stairs.

Orian snoozed silently on the floor while Damien laid sprawled over his bed. Ram had left and had settled in the common room.
Damien grumbled in his sleep, almost thrashing around.
"This is the last time you'll see the light." The King said to Damien as he moved his blade over his chest. "You'll meet your family soon."
Damien pulled all of his strength and rolled sideways as the King slammed his sword onto the ground.

"Why won't you stay" The King said before he pulled his blade from the ground, "STILL!"
The Kings Blade spun around into Damiens' view.

Damien jolted up from his bed, moving to clutch his shirt with heavy breathing.
"No... fuck.. No." He heaved, Orian moving quickly to stand by his side, placing his paw on the bed with a blink.

Kela wandered the halls slowly, moving the cloak off her shoulders and untied the braces around her body, her slender tail swaying slowly.
The Demonwoman fanned out her wings slightly, getting comfortable.
"Damien is back. Not everything is well; but the Elfwoman. She seems like a kind hearted woman." She uttered to herself quietly.