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Alverias and Ghostfeather were flying side-by-side as they soared over land and sea while on their way to New Ras from their own lands. For the last ninety years they had been focusing more on internal affairs and actually setting up the Aerial Alliance after overthrowing the old leaders. Now they were clearly done and ready to carry the Alliance to the outside world, make friends, fight wars and all kinds of fun things. They had chosen New Ras since that land apparently had a few cities in the Alliance’s lands that most left alone.
Irendell was the name of the city both leaders went into (after feeling brave enough, of course) to gain data on New Ras. It had clearly interested them enough to fly there and work out a possible trade alliance.
“I wonder what we’ll find there,” Ghostfeather spoke up, speaking loudly over the wind so that her friend could hear her.
Alverias glanced a bit over his banana yellow feathers at the white gryphon. “People eager to make a trade alliance with a bunch of dragons and gryphons, both of which are arguably feral,” he said.
Ghostfeather huffed. “You’re no fun.”
“Whaaat? I’m not really wrong here!”
“Okay fair, you may be right on the ‘arguably feral’ point, but I hardly see us as being like a simple dog.”
“Feral - in the definition of the common language - is a being that is animalistic in nature, so, like a dragon or a gryphon,” Alverias gave Ghostfeather a look.
“So what about ‘sentient’ or ‘sapient’?” she asked. Little shit.
Alverias sighed. “Why are you like this?”
Ghostfeather let out a chirping laugh. “Because it drives you crazy.”
Alverias ignored her and looked down to see if they were closer to New Ras; they were in fact right over it so the scarred yellow dragon dropped his altitude a bit to glide down with Ghostfeather following suit. They kept on descending until they were both flying above the tree-line towards one of New Ras’s capitol. When they got close enough, they landed to walk the rest of the way there. While walking, Alverias turned his head to Ghostfeather.
“Did you read the data they gave us back in Irendell?” he asked.
Ghostfeather looked at him dead in the eyes and said, “You normally do all the talking so I skimmed it.”
The yellow dragon looked so done. “The point of both of us being leaders is both of us need to read important information,” he scolded.
“Oh relax I read all the important bits, like the dwarves are grumpy but are technological and smith geniuses and the humans are adaptable and what not.” She huffed in response, flicking her tail.
“What about culture?”
“That’s your job.”
“Eat shit and die.”
“Yes fuck you.” At Ghostfeather’s remark - which didn’t miss a beat - both stopped walking to collapse into a fit of giggles.
“Okay that was amazing, but I’ll be honest, you rubbed off on me in the years and I did read some of the culture notes,” Ghostfeather replied still chuckling a bit.
“Enough to not get us into trouble?”
“Not accidentally at least.”
“Good enough.” They both resume their walk, striding side-by-side with Ghostfeather a step behind Alverias’s right side.
Both appeared at the gates of New Ras’s capitol calmly and clearly walked with purpose. The guards stationed at the gates would see a yellow dragon (almost the same shade as a perfectly ripe banana) with feathered wings tucked neatly at his side that held silver barring on the primary feathers. His back right leg was made entirely out of metal. At his side was a gryphon with what looked to be a white eagle front half and a red lion back half. The pair were also the same size as a draft horse. Give or take a few inches.
Alverias faced one of the guards and thought about what he was going to say in common. “Greetings, I am Alverias and this Ghostfeather. We’re representatives of the Aerial Alliance and wish to seek a council with one of your leaders,” he said to them.
Irendell was the name of the city both leaders went into (after feeling brave enough, of course) to gain data on New Ras. It had clearly interested them enough to fly there and work out a possible trade alliance.
“I wonder what we’ll find there,” Ghostfeather spoke up, speaking loudly over the wind so that her friend could hear her.
Alverias glanced a bit over his banana yellow feathers at the white gryphon. “People eager to make a trade alliance with a bunch of dragons and gryphons, both of which are arguably feral,” he said.
Ghostfeather huffed. “You’re no fun.”
“Whaaat? I’m not really wrong here!”
“Okay fair, you may be right on the ‘arguably feral’ point, but I hardly see us as being like a simple dog.”
“Feral - in the definition of the common language - is a being that is animalistic in nature, so, like a dragon or a gryphon,” Alverias gave Ghostfeather a look.
“So what about ‘sentient’ or ‘sapient’?” she asked. Little shit.
Alverias sighed. “Why are you like this?”
Ghostfeather let out a chirping laugh. “Because it drives you crazy.”
Alverias ignored her and looked down to see if they were closer to New Ras; they were in fact right over it so the scarred yellow dragon dropped his altitude a bit to glide down with Ghostfeather following suit. They kept on descending until they were both flying above the tree-line towards one of New Ras’s capitol. When they got close enough, they landed to walk the rest of the way there. While walking, Alverias turned his head to Ghostfeather.
“Did you read the data they gave us back in Irendell?” he asked.
Ghostfeather looked at him dead in the eyes and said, “You normally do all the talking so I skimmed it.”
The yellow dragon looked so done. “The point of both of us being leaders is both of us need to read important information,” he scolded.
“Oh relax I read all the important bits, like the dwarves are grumpy but are technological and smith geniuses and the humans are adaptable and what not.” She huffed in response, flicking her tail.
“What about culture?”
“That’s your job.”
“Eat shit and die.”
“Yes fuck you.” At Ghostfeather’s remark - which didn’t miss a beat - both stopped walking to collapse into a fit of giggles.
“Okay that was amazing, but I’ll be honest, you rubbed off on me in the years and I did read some of the culture notes,” Ghostfeather replied still chuckling a bit.
“Enough to not get us into trouble?”
“Not accidentally at least.”
“Good enough.” They both resume their walk, striding side-by-side with Ghostfeather a step behind Alverias’s right side.
Both appeared at the gates of New Ras’s capitol calmly and clearly walked with purpose. The guards stationed at the gates would see a yellow dragon (almost the same shade as a perfectly ripe banana) with feathered wings tucked neatly at his side that held silver barring on the primary feathers. His back right leg was made entirely out of metal. At his side was a gryphon with what looked to be a white eagle front half and a red lion back half. The pair were also the same size as a draft horse. Give or take a few inches.
Alverias faced one of the guards and thought about what he was going to say in common. “Greetings, I am Alverias and this Ghostfeather. We’re representatives of the Aerial Alliance and wish to seek a council with one of your leaders,” he said to them.
