<font color='#ABCDEF'><center> <table width=320 border=0 style="border:1px; border-style: solid; border-color: #000000;" bgcolor="#6E89E2"> <TR border=0><TD border=0><font size=-2 face=arial color="#B5C5F6"><center> She nodded, then opened her mouth in a yawn. The late afternoon sun made her sleepy. Adathiel slipped into a doze, which soon turned into a deep sleep. Hours later, she woke up from her nap, to find that it was dark out. She looked over at Dreed, who was still sleeping, from what she could tell. Stretches were made as the female sat up, stretching her limbs and neck, then arcing her back as a cat would. Another yawn was given and she looked around, night vision doing her little good. She knew where she was, but there was no moonlight this night to see by. </tr></td> </table></font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>Dreed rose from his sleep slowly meeting the night air with a huge yawn then a little roar. He opens his red eyes which glowed in the darkness of the night making everything visiable to him. He sits up and stretches his wings and forepaws against the ground. Stands up fully then looks over at the small female as she sits there. Grins a bit and moves towards her slightly then stops. "Did...you rest good...?" Watched her with his red glowing eyes as he waits to hear a response to the question that was asked. All of his injuries from a few hours ago was healed over into scars that would add to his collection.</font>
<font color='#ABCDEF'><center> <table width=320 border=0 style="border:1px; border-style: solid; border-color: #000000;" bgcolor="#6E89E2"> <TR border=0><TD border=0><font size=-2 face=arial color="#B5C5F6"><center> The female looked up at Dreed with large lavender eyes and nodded, a small smile crossing her visage. She stretched her wings to their full wingspan, ignoring the slight pain as the cuts in them expanded. The cuts along her body from falling from that branch had started to heal, but weren't as fully healed as Dreed's. They would take a while to heal, unless she found something to put on them. Her brother had told her of some healing plants, but the one that would work best with her scrapes and bruises would be the flower Kulunema. However, these flowers were quite rare, and wouldn't be found here in Mansukh. So Adathiel ignored her bruises as she had done all her life, and cast her attention elsewhere. Now that she had spoken to Dreed, she didn't know what more to do. That had been her intention in coming down to see him, after all, but now she just felt awkward, like she should try to start a conversation or something. Â But Adathiel had grown away from society, and wasn't much of a conversationalist. Instead she asked him what she had been asking every traveler who happened to be coming through the region she was residing in at the time. <font color="#CCC8E2" size=0>"Do you know of anyone named Milal? He's my brother. He said he would come find me, but that was over a year ago.."</font> she said, hopeful of his response, but also doubting that he would know. When she had asked last time, only the older male had answered her, and his answer had been a no. So far, she was having no luck at finding her brother, and apparently he was having as little luck as she. </tr></td> </table></font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>Glares at her slightly then sits back down. Raises one of his forepaws up and rubs the side of his face as he wondering about the question that she asked. Licks his lips a bit and looks to her. "Well, there was someone by that name I once knew back in the days when my tribe was still around...", looks away from her slowly and closes his eyes for a short moment then shakes his head slowly, "but that was anicent time for me...so I can't remember much." Looks back to her with a slight frown then gets back up on his feet then slowly walks over towards the tall grasses.</font>
<font color='#ABCDEF'><center> <table width=320 border=0 style="border:1px; border-style: solid; border-color: #000000;" bgcolor="#6E89E2"> <TR border=0><TD border=0><font size=-2 face=arial color="#B5C5F6"><center> Adathiel shook her head with a sigh. That was probably not the same Milal, he had never joined a tribe like that before. She sat down and watched Dreed as he walked toward the forest of tall grass. She closed her eyes over the hopelessness she was feeling and pushed the feeling away violently. She would find her brother, even if she had to go back home and demand where he was. The female opened her eyes in surprise as she thought this. She turned her head to lick at a complaining cut to hide her surprise as she thought about this. If she was willing to go back home, that meant she was not afraid of her father anymore. It was likely he had already disowned her, and she would not have to stay. So, Adathiel decided that if she did not find her brother soon, she would go home to look for him. </tr></td> </table></font>
<font color='#ADA96E'>Dreed made it half way into the grass then looked back to where the little dragon was staning. Frowned slightly and shook it off. He turned back and continued on into the grassed area as he comes to a watering hole then looked around slowly for any others before taking his chance to drink. Leaned his head down slowly to the surface of the water and slowly lapped it up, not being alert about things.</font>
