As he waited, his eyes glittering with tears that were yet to be shed, Wednesday stood in front of Sky with bated breath, about to continue begging and pleading with the older elf if need be. He clasped on to Sky's arm, not willing to let go until the answer he was given was a favorable one, one to his liking. And the only answer he wanted was yes. Biting his lower lip, keeping it from trembling, he longed to hear that response. Eventually it did, first came the sigh, that he was so used to when Sky eventually gave in to him about something, then the pat on his head and the small smile, and lastly, the not so direct answer. A big grin broke forth on the youngest elf's face, as he lets his arms fall to his sides.<br/><br/>"Thank you so much Sky! You won't regret taking me with, I promise!" He continues to grin as they began their walk down the path side by side, Wednesday's mind wandering, wondering just what all was going to happen to them. What adventures stood before them, what trials they would have to conquer. It was all too much to hold inside, and he was about to burst from the seems with questions.<br/><br/>The brown haired elf looks over at Sky, just for a moment before looking ahead of them, the light around them dappled green from the dense foliage of the trees up above their heads. He'd known Sky for practically all his life, well, all eighteen and half years of it anyways. Sky had been his only friend, none of the other elves could handle his personality very well, except a few of the elders, and he really didn't want to be best friends with a couple of old wrinkly elves. That would be boring...he had no family, as they'd perished due to the Lurkers, murdered before he could even talk, and thus was brought up by the entire elven community of the woodlands. It had been nice, but also a pain at some times, some of the elves coming to look upon him with disdain.<br/><br/>"Hey, so, what is the mission exactly? Are we going to do this ourselves, or are we going to try and find other people to help? Do you think that if we were to try and find other warriors...that they would actually come with us? We might be of the same race, but each are different...Especially the Firefox, no one has seen hide or hair of them since they ran running with their tails between their legs to hide in the Northern Fire Mountains...They're SUPPOSED to be the strongest of the warriors within the elven races, but are they doing anything? Not that I can see..." He scratches the side of his head lightly, staring up at the tree tops, thinking. "But...maybe they are? Who knows...I'd like to think they're at least trying, like we are..." Looking over at Sky, he smiles a little. "What do you think?" He wanted to know the opinion of his friend, wondering if he thought the same thing, or something completely different in the aspect of the Firefox tribe.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">~✲~今日~✲~明日~✲~昨日~✲~</div><br/><br/>Still among the branches, Efri stirs, opening his eyes and lifting his head. His emerald green eyes gaze outwards over the desolate lands that surrounded the cliff that he called home, wondering about the shift that he'd just felt within the spiritual dimension. Something was happening...A change was coming, and the world parallel to this one could sense it. But exactly what...he could not know if he tried to figure it out. Raising himself from the branch, he allows his body to become that of a full dragon, the branch he was on bending slightly, before he takes off, his body flowing out in to the sky, twisting and turning effortlessly, like a azure green ribbon in the blue expanse. His large wings moving, the air billowing around him, with each flap it sounded like thunder.<br/><br/>Curling around the clouds, weaving in between them, dancing with the birds that flew past, he felt so free up here. His dragon eyes, completely white in appearance, gaze down upon the land that flowed beneath him, and even from this distance he could see everything, due to his excellent eye sight. Maybe from here he could spot what this disturbance he felt was...