Kolysakr
Kolysakr wasn't paying much attention anymore, once things had calmed down there was no reason to hide anymore. He noticed the other dragons hadn't seemed to care if they were discovered or not, but he was feeling something from his rider that told him discovery was dangerous. Maybe the others were just a bit slow and couldn't hide in time? The small one didn't seem to have a problem with speed, but maybe looks were deceptive?
In any case, Kolysakr didn't care, everything had turned out... reasonable. His rider had left, but he could still feel their connection, so that was fine. The two-legs seemed to have made their peace, and the female was no longer a threat. The others actually seemed to be preparing to leave with her. Gale had said to stay with them, so Kol supposed that's what he would do. Surveying the three two-legs, Kol attached himself to Gren's legs.
Galen Derricson
Gale huffed in frustration as one of the fish flipped and flopped vigorously until it jumped from the basket and back into the river. It vanished immediately in the current. He hoped this would be enough, there was a lot, and it was quite heavy. He shrugged at Alph's question, how was he supposed to know how much a dragon ate? He knew how much a cat ate, and a horse, but that was the extent of his knowledge on animal feeding habits. If dragons were animals.
Deciding not to think too hard about the distinction, Gale balanced the basket on his head and waded into the river after Alph as they returned to their things. The river tugged harshly at his legs, and a loose stone smashed painfully into his ankle, nearly making him lose his balance. He was quite aware that if he lost his footing here he might never regain it. He came up the river bank cursing, his ankle bleeding thickly. He grumbled something unpleasant under his breath about rain and rocks as lines of blood painted half his left foot. That was going to sting for a wile, especially with their long trek away from the village.
He sighed tiredly as he reached their things just as Alph started dressing and he quickly dropped the basket to follow his example. He glanced up at the dark sky. It was safe to say it was night now, and his parents were no doubt worrying. He frowned at the bright moon, nearly full. He pulled his shoes on last, and snatched his axe from the tree's face.
"I guess we should get going," he said, eyes lingering for a moment reluctantly on Alph's form.
"Do you thin-" he began, only to cut off abruptly with a gasp as the air rushed from his lungs and he found himself forced against the tree by some invisible force. The force moved abruptly to wrap around his neck like some sort of snake squeezing the life from him. He struggled to breath, and then a voice cut harshly through the trees.
"What are you little hedge-witches doing out here?" A red-headed woman asked, for a moment Gale thought it was Zyloria, the girl from before, but no, this woman was taller and dressed in leathers and chain mail. She held her hand up as she strode towards them, as if choking someone, and Gale realized she was using magic to suffocate him. She drew a sword with her other hand and held it out warningly at Alph.
"Hiding?" She prompted,
"Plotting?" She snarled,
"Tell me of the sword and the man who held it!" She demanded, dropping her hand. Gale fell forward to his knees, pulling in desperate breaths as he refilled his starved lungs.
Emma
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