It was the same. Always the same. A dream that was not really a dream because it felt too real for that to be the case.  Images, foggy, distant and without true substance they floated through her mind, always just out of reach.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”Hush child….”</span>the blurred face of a woman before her eyes and gentle hands as they wrapped the blanket tighter about her.<span style="font-style: italic"> “They are coming for us….you have to be brave for me now…”</span><br/><br/>The images were never clear and it never progressed very far. Sometimes, when she tried, really hard she could remember a bit more, see a bit more. The woman’s face cleared a bit, her eyes, kind, and loving eyes of rich caramel. Eyes like her own. Rashada figured it was her mother, or at least she hoped that was the case for the dragons did not give her much to on when it came to her origins. Maybe it was because it might have distracted her from her training? Already she pushed herself more than anyone else would, though she had to if she hoped to even begin and keep up with the others.<br/><br/>Dragons were well dragons. The only creatures she had been raised about and ever knew of save for the occasional human that wandered too close. Those beasts, disgusting infection that plagued their lands, and threatened to destroy the land that the dragons claimed as their own. She knew she shared blood with them and she hated that more than she hated anything else, which was why she tried so hard. Pushed herself, constantly to show she was more than human and more akin to the dragons that raised her. At times she felt like a hobby to the elder who was her care giver, her master, and her teacher. A thing to play with and mold into whatever it was he saw fit, but not really one of them.<br/><br/>In that clearing she stood, back straight gaze hard and jaw clenched in determination. This would be her chance, her final chance to prove herself worthy of them. To become one of them rather than just be a part of them; to prove to herself she was more than a filthy human.<br/><br/>“Thank you,” her head bowed, arm crossed her chest with a fist held over her heart. “I will not fail you. I will return to you with the greatest of our treasures and ensure the ways of the dragons are preserved and honored,” a gruff feel to her words, be it from the lack of speaking she did, or how the draconic language was not made for her tongue, let alone having to talk around the tusks that protruded from her lower jaw. Gear gathered and equipped and clicked her tongue softly, a<a class="postlink" href="http://fcdn.mtbr.com/attachments/arizona/273442d1182360295-ot-az-related-regal-horned-lizard-horned-lizard.jpg">lizard</a>roughly the size of her palm came from the rocks and run up her pant legs to rest on her shoulder.<br/><br/>Axe hefted to her shoulder and then she was off on her journey to prove herself to the others. North-East, away from the humans she would go for now.