A great elven surprise [Rayllum]

Return to Katolis [Part I]

"Eat up," Says Rayla, caressing a hand full of moon berries in her palm. Her hand motions downwards for the dragon to eat from. She sighs. Azymondias eats greedily from her hand to which she smiles in return. He's taller and but not very tall as he only succeeds to reach her waist.

"I'm gonna miss you buddy," She rubs his head, before gently pouring the moon berries onto the floor and standing up. The dragon quickly helps himself to the velvet berries scattered across the floors.

She stands up too fast, and the room seems to spin. Her hand goes to her head and she keeps it there for a moment, waiting for the spinning to cease. When it stops, she looks around. They were currently at the storm spire, or atleast they were there for the time being. Today was supposably their last day for the next three weeks. Her husband, Callum had called it. We need a break from it all; he said. It had taken a lot of convincing, but with the help of Ezran he was finally able to convince her.

She looks up at the tall arched ceiling, the dull gray walls, and the signature cracked concrete written across several walls, stairs and floors. Her ear drums perk up at the sound of foot steps approaching. She turns her head.

"You ready to go?" Her husband asks, walking towards the door. He's holding large bagged luggage.

"Yeah," She starts. Looking back into the room she was standing in as if marking its general image into her head. "Just," she stops, sighing. "Gimme a sec,"

"Sure." He answers. But he doesn't move. He watches her as his figure leans against the door frame, his arms crossed. She could feel his warm presence behind her, and so dismissed him. "Alone,"

Upon his understanding, a slight smile took over his features as he moved aside and parted from the door, his luggage sagging at his sides as he carried himself outside. When the sound of rumbling luggage ceased, she stared at the scenery, wishing the storm spire along with herself a swift goodbye and hoped, that somehow, the spire had wished her goodbye as well.

Feeling satisfied with her genuine farewell she sauntered towards the door, halting when she felt the teenage dragon run up to her. What she noticed more was how the dragon looked to be in a panic. "What is it Zym?" The dragon surrounded her. Jumping with single flaps around her. She assumed the sudden panic to be based on her leaving.

"Zym?" She called out to the panicked dragon, jumping up and down around her. Sometimes flying around her legs, and through the open space that separated them. She took a hesitant but careful step forward, her heel floating and her toes which curled tightly in her boots were the only things keeping her balanced. Knowing she'd trip if she dared to step any further, she let her heel fall upon the hardened concrete floors, staring warily at the dragon.

Although she knew the dragon couldn't speak, she swore she could hear the non-existent chant that was telling her not to leave. Her hands float out as a defense mechanism. She tried to sooth the dragons disconcertment. "It's okay, Zym." Her Scottish accent ringing out. She dared to bend down, a hand caressing his chin. "Aw, I'll be back soon, Zym." She smiled slightly. His face met hers but she couldn't sense a smile anywhere. "Before y'know it those three months will pass, and it'll be like I," She paused. Remembering his heart also ailed for Callum, "Like, we never left."

She gave the frowned dragon a small peck on the cheek, which seemed to sooth him for the most part. She stood up again, slower this time. She waved goodbye and headed for the door. The frowned face of the dragon stuck with her. And she felt great sympathy but mostly regret for having left, just like that. She wished there was something more she could've done to say goodbye.

"Rayla!" She heard her husband call for her. "Rayla," His voice becoming level when the two came face-to-face. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah," She sighed. There was no point in canceling now, the papers had long been signed and she had already wished her peers and the storm spire goodbye. The couple stepped outside, but they didn't walk much. It was only then did they remember of the endless case of stairs beneath them. She groaned. "Dammit," She cursed. They had spent months planning their vacation, just to forget about how they'd get down, home, and about without a hassle.