Feneya was a bit startled when the strange wimborne dragonelle landed next to her but she saw the pain in the yound drakka's eyes, a pain that Feneya was all too familiar with at the moment. She let the wimborne scoot closer to her and stayed silent as the stranger started to pruum. Feneya weakly smiled as the wimborne fell asleep and after a few moments, Feneya gave in to the loneliness. She softly extended her wing and put it over the wimborne's back in a protective gesture, making sure not to wake her up. She sniffed the air a few times to make sure there was no trace of humans and looked around at the dark foliage. The shadows cast by the trees and vines were comforting and frightening, depending on how Feneya looked at them. At times, they reminded her of the Queen's smile, her soft voice, her gentle but firm nature, but other times Feneya saw human daggers and dark shapes coming to kill her along with the rest of the dragons.
Feneya shook her head and glanced down at the drakka beside her. She seemed young but strong, Feneya could sense a quiet power in her and that made Feneya smile weakly as she thought. I wonder why she came down with me...Well, all of us need to pull together if we are going to survive, we can't allow ourselves to drift apart. Feneya gently prummed a soft lullaby her mother taught her when she was a hatchling to help the wimborne sleep better.