Only a few miles outside of the village where the festival being held, Yorald could hear the commotion one would expect from such an event taking place. He had spent the last few hours flying among the forest, whipping in and out of the trees feeling the leaves tickle his body as he passed by, finally deciding to make his way back in order to be accounted for at the festival, although he was not sure how much of an impact his presence would have. Still, figured it would be in good taste to make an appearance, having one of the more popular dragons not around during an important event like this could make the fire tribe look bad, so he thought.<br/><br/>Off in the distance he could make out the silhouette of a dragon, one approaching him at great speed from the direction of the festival. He already had an idea of who it was as well as how this coming dragon knew where he was, noting that the dragon had seen Yorald heading towards the village and waited patiently above the tree line. Without saying a word, although a polite nod was given, Yorald passed by the assistant dragon and continued making his way, arriving at the village a few minutes later.<br/><br/>He was still hovering well above the land as he watched the Water Dragons begin reciting, noticing Erydia watching as well from a nearby perch. Slowly he dropped from the sky to take a position, still flying, right next to his alpha, "I was going to show up anyways," he spoke with a hearty voice.