â€œLeaving huh?â€ said the large male as he sat at the camp fire.<br/><br/>â€œAyeâ€ Kala replied to her Rookery Father.<br/><br/>â€œGoing to be backâ€ he replied again not looking up from the flames to even acknowledge her.<br/><br/>â€œProbably not. Mostly likely dieâ€ Kala replied with little humor and in a simple matter of fact tone.<br/><br/>â€œDie in battle?â€ the male replied again.<br/><br/>â€œIf the great dragons see fit to grant me such a deathâ€ Kala replied again honestly.<br/><br/>Snorting and spitting into the fire signaled he was done talking to her, in a way giving her his blessing to go on her journey.<br/><br/>Kala sighed shouldering her belongings and walked off into the night to find her purpose in the world. Surprisingly enough she was just tired of all the senseless fighting and bickering with the other clans, it made no sense to her for all that ever happened was once they defeated one, another came to challenge. It was a never ending boring cycle and she was getting tired of it, she wanted something more out of life.<br/><br/>So far that more wound up being wandering the wastes, alone well she was no longer alone anymore now was she. No now she had a companion to travel with oddly enough one of her own who seemed to be on a similar personal journey of discovery. Rake was back at the camp guarding their dinner while she did a quick patrol. An unnatural shriek or roar had come from the wastes and she was checking it out, on the chance that whatever it was decided to wander too close to their camp they needed to be prepared.<br/><br/>At least that is what she had told him and herself when she had geared up and left him alone at the camp. Truth be told a part of her was yearning for the danger, for the chance to possibly face her end finally. Suicide was never something she would ever consider, taking ones own life it was a coward's way out and Kala was anything but a coward. No but should she so happen to meet her end in the glory of battle, being able to die with sword in hand would be a most favorable death. A death that may finally make her Rookery Father proud....<br/><br/>Unfortunately today was not the day for whatever it was in the wastes chased its prey far from camp and Kala was not prepared to abandon Rake. Sighing sheathed her swords and made double time back to camp, slowing as she approached giving the customary signal they had worked out so as to not accidentally kill the other. When he whistled back she approached the light of the fire, removing her helm as she did so, smiling at Rake as she joined him at the fire.<br/><br/>â€œWe are safe. Nothing shall come out from the wastes tonight to try for us...â€ she smiled reaching her hand into the flames to stoke the fire a bit. â€œSo which one of us is cooking tonight?â€ she asked in a light hearted manner.