<div style="text-align: center;">â€œAlways speak politely to an enraged Dragon.â€ -Steven Brust</div><br/><br/>The morning dew soothed Leyaraâ€™s aching muscles; glistening upon her skin like miniature morning stars. The cool breeze stirred the slender woman awake. â€œSvabol shinalta annyo thurkear?,â€ she grumbled quietly as she lifted her head up from the ground. Heliosâ€™ rays sifted through her hair making the platinum blonde strands glitter like white gold in the sunlight. â€œSvaklar mi si?â€ the dragon whispered softly to herself as her eyes scanned her surroundings. It ailed her that she could not remember what had happened the night prior. The only thing she could remember were the mountains; and the city a mile ahead of her was far from the scenery she had known and thrived in. It had been a long time since she had entered a city. Her dwindling species preferred to live far away from such urbanized areas. She came to the conclusion, that there was no other option left before her.<br/><br/>As she got to her feet she heard the annoying crinkle of parchment as long nails came up and snatched the message off her wet abdomen. The words were somewhat blurred from the dew and the ink had run onto her alabaster skin leaving quite the unappealing imprint. She read the note aloud.<br/><br/>â€œIr ui vi ogelend, Jaci sweekmonic ir relgra Ophelia.â€ The priestess tilted her head softly as she tried to decipher the meaning. She was not sure if it was a message intended for her, or something that was merely a remnant of her dinner during the gibbous moon much like a shoe or doll. Perhaps she had whipped this betrayer with her tail to tendorize his bones before consumption, or maybe it was Ophelia she had swallowed whole. She mused at the fact for quite a few moments.<br/><br/>The mortality of beings was something that had always fascinated her. Her species of dragon lived for an awfully long time as opposed to other breeds. Even when death began to approach there were always ways to stave it off and keep it at bay. She wondered what it must have been like hearing the heavy beating of onyx scaled wings of a creature much larger than your self; knowing that you had crossed into her territory and the penalty for doing so. What did it feel like consumed whole? To be chewed up by razor sharp teeth or shredded by sharpened claws? To know that you only had moments left before your short life ended in the belly of a dragon. Well, it didnâ€™t matter a good deal to her; she was the dragon. Still, it interested her.<br/><br/>Now, faced with this peculiar message she rolled it between her claw-like fingernails as she headed towards the city. She paid little attention to the people who passed her as long as attention was not drawn to her self. The slender woman walked along the streets with a careful eye to those around her, while her mind dwelled upon the prior night and the prior morning scenery.  She attempted to piece together what exactly had occurred. It disturbed her, even after all her years, that she could not remember.