"TAMARA!" she faintly heard her mother calling for her as she laid up in the loft of the barn, not really doing much save for just listening to the sound of the world around her. She was getting older and she found herself changing, her mind, her thoughts shifting to things that she avoided or rebelled against for the majority of her life. The men in the market had begun to notice her more and she was finding herself actually liking the attention, it was not something she was use to and yet knew she had no one whom she could talk to about it. Her mother would just freak out and think that finally her rather frustrating daughter was finally becoming the little girl she had always wanted. Her father, well she was not sure how he would react seeing how he never treated her like anything but another one of his sons, never taking it easy on her or anything.<br/><br/>"TAMARA!" her mother calling for her again.<br/><br/>"COMING!" she called out in exasperation as she rolled to her feet looking to the ladder that led down then to the rope they used to hoist up bales of hay. Smirking she took a few steps back from the edge then ran with all her might, pushing off from the edge she reached out and caught the rope swinging out for a moment before sliding down to the ground. Her hands burned a bit from the move but it was not that much, only making her rub her hands down her thighs in an effort to alleviate the light stinging pain that was in them.<br/><br/>Jogging toward the farm house she paused for a moment as a large shadow cast over her, bringing her eyes skyward she gasped sharply at what was something that she had only ever heard of in stories and such.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">A dragon</span></span>. For a moment she thought that she was some how seeing things, but then the wind kicked up and she had to shield her eyes least they be assaulted by the dirt and debris that was being stirred up by the mighty beast and its beating wings. Unable to move and not really wanting to either she waited till the mighty beast had set down before lowering her arm to stare up at it. "This can't be real...."<br/><span style="color: #BF0000"><br/>*Not it is very real and you are now my rider* Aderath said in a matter a fact tone.</span><br/><br/>"Your rider? Are you serious?" Tamara asked in all seriousness, noting how she was not afraid of him at all.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">*I never kid. Well at least not about something like this. Now go and tell your human family that you are going to be leaving to come and train with me* Aderath says as he lowers himself down to his stomach, folding his wings back against himself to wait for her to return.</span><br/><br/>"Ok yeah sure. You really think it is just that easy to tell my parents something?<span style="font-style: italic">'Hey mom and dad I kind of have to go now because some dragon says that I am to be his rider' </span>Yeah don't think so. Beside who says that I even want to be your rider?" Tamara asks as she starts to move past him toward the house where her mother was waiting.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">*You don't really have a choice. You are to be my rider. Your soul calls to my own so there is nothing to be discussed. If you like I can go and tell your family for you?* says as he starts to get to his feet to do just that. </span><br/><br/>"Oh NO NO NO! You are going to do no such thing! My mother would flip if she..."<br/><span style="color: #4000FF"><br/>"BY THE GODS TAMARA! GET AWAY FROM THAT MONSTER!" </span><br/><br/>"...saw you" Tamara says with a sigh as her mother shrieking reaches her ears.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">*Want me to eat her?* Aderath offers helpfully.</span><br/><br/>"What?! Are you...you know what never mind just go over there to the barn while I talk to her. Don't go eating anything either!" she snapped to him as she turned to go to her mother who was holding a pitch fork like a weapon. "Mom....its ok. That is just..." *Hey what is your name anyway?!* she thinks to him not realizing that she was communicating with him the same way he had been with her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">*Aderath* he sends back to as he makes his way over to the barn like she told him. </span><br/><br/>"That's just Aderath Mom...he is a dragon not a monster, a good dragon. Let's go into the house and talk this over a cup of tea" she says soothingly to her mother making the older woman lower the pitch fork and move with jerky movements to the house. Tamara hoped that this was not going to get anymore out of hand then it already was, she could only stand so much stress in one day.