[center][b]Royal Blood - Ceann and Rayvon[/b][/center]

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Rayvon looks at the building with awe, sudden realization of where they were in the capital of Liveria... She had heard tales of this place and woman. And as the gargoyle, rivaling a great bear in size, sailed through the air, it seemed they must be true! A small, meek squeak leaves the aasimar as she backpedals from the crashsite. “By the divine! [i]SHE[/i] is your mentor?!” she gasps, looking at Penelope with a start.

Ceann blinked, noting that the princess had seemed to shield herself from some kind of danger, seeing the shattered remains of the stone statue she looked up at the building and swallowed nervously. "Uhm... was that a accident or should we perhaps return later?" She then looked a bit worried at Rayvon. "Why do I not like the way you said 'she'." She looked from Penelope, to Rayvon and then at Mikan before asking the general question on her mind. "Could somebody fill me in who 'she' is I wandered almost everywhere but never went to the capital here, just the outlying areas." She asked, looking worried at the window where the gargoyle had been thrown from, wondering if more would follow.

Rayvon laughs nervously and shifts a little closer to Ceann, eyes alert to anymore falling satellites from the heavens above. “She, the dragon-lady wizard. The fearsome woman who resides alone making life of stone.” She looks with wide-eyes, pointing at the gargoyle, “They say she's stronger than an ox, and stands 10 feet tall! Her father was a dragon himself and in childbirth, she murdered her mother.” She shudders and raises her hands, “Her hands end in deadly daggers, her arms are rife with scales and are thicker round than a monstrous python. Her tail is said capable of choking a man in seconds... And the only thing said to match the colour of her hair... is the flames ever pouring from her lips.” She swallows and looks at Ceann. “Though, that is... all hearsay... I was always unsure what to make of it, given how my countrymen have proven themselves quite capable in distorting my own legacy... And yet...”

She shivered at the description and looked nervously at the building before takign a deep breath. "Well... that is hopefully exaggerated for the most part, right?" She asked hopefully, turning to look at Penelope for confirmation on that. "Should we perhaps come back later to your mentor and knock on the door... and hope she doesn't use some of those flames pouring from her lips when... if she answers?"

Penelope is about to respond until a loud voice booms through the air from above. "Penny!" It was the dragon woman's voice. "Ahh, it has been so long! Come inside!"

Mikan giggles and shrugs, having little reaction to the falling gargoyle. "She's not bad... Really! Just passionate."

 "I see... well in that case, shall we make our introduction?" She asked nervously.

Rayvon hesitates for a moment, before taking a deep breath. “Yes... A little late to turn back now...” With that, she starts taking the most shaken steps of her life towards the stone building. All the while, she tries to steel herself for what may be beyond those doors.