Arete ~<br/>The wind dragon had been avoiding her tribe for a long time now; she estimated three moons. The tall girl stepped off of the cliff on her mountain top, diving into the air. She flew higher and higher, enjoying the sweet fresh air and the sunshine. After thirty minutes of gliding through the fresh mountain air, the tall woman landed back on the cliff then walked inside and began frying some freshly caught fish. She ground some grain and water, making a flat dry bread. Then she seasoned her food and began to eat. It had been a good day. No one had come near her and she loved catching the occasional fish to eat without water clan telling her off. Sinking her head back, she relaxed and bit into the slightly zesty meal. She washed off the dishes, stretching then curling up on a carved wooden slab to rest. She yawned then slipped asleep, hair lifting slightly with the mountain breeze.<br/><br/><br/>Chi ~<br/>The dragon was wandering through Earth territory. He missed the water; it was true. Still, he wanted an earthy tasting drink, maybe with a spot of cinnamon. The man licked his lips and he shivered then continued the long trek into the village. He stepped into his favorite pub, sitting down in the soft wooden chairs and smiling at the waitress. "A cup of Bridgery Ale, please," he stated, taking out a black leather book and beginning to gently write with a black ink pain.<br/><br/><br/>Erydia ~<br/>Things were quiet in the Fire Tribe. No one needed her for much, so she went out and taught some of the younger fire dragons  a little bit of fire magic. Lazy days were nice. She wandered through the streets afterwards, admiring some of the paintings there. She then wandered into her own home and sat near an easel, beginning to do a sketch. Hopefully the day would remain this laid back. She smiled, drawing precise lines across the page to form the wing of a griffon. The woman smiled, tiredly rubbing her head then going back to her drawing with a soft smile.<br/><br/>Vindi ~<br/>The male wandered through his village, testing various brews as he listened to his people chatter away. Apparently, the gnomes had been playing pranks on each other again and so the village square was all muddy. He walked over and viewed the scene of error with a slight sigh, before going about with his magic to fix it. "Bring me Ballist. The king of the gnomes and I will make a compromise over this matter," he mused, then finished helping the clean up detail. Stalking into his tree house, he gave a soft yawn. Then she looked down at the brown, wrinkled creature there and smiled. "I hate to sound accusatory, but I need to know what happened in our village square. And why...?" he said, a twinkle in his eyes.