Aria had been stomping through the woods for hours, cursing under her breath as she glared about for Jhajha. Her water dragon with scales of swirling teal and cobalt blue. The annoying little reptile no bigger than what the mainlander's called a cat had vanished once more from her sight and Aria was too afraid to hazard a guess at what trouble the little water lizard would be and most get her in too, once she found it.<br/><br/>Jhajha was the only friend and trace she had of her homeland, since she had been washed shore on these lands some five seasons ago. Still she was starting question the value of their friendship when he insisted on vanishing from her side and only letting her know where he was after he had gotten trapped, caged, sold, or about to be eaten.<br/><br/>"That is it!" she snapped to the forest. "The next time we pass a body of water you go on a leash you undersized water." Aria snarled, scowling a head of her, ignore the swirling ans swishing of the swamp water to her left. It was her element, it was only natural that it move with her foul temper. Churning and turning as she marched, reaching out with her nature to try and feel her little friend.<br/><br/>Coming to an abrupt stop, when she felt him. He was in the swamp, swimming just along it's edge. Something had caught his attention. Something that was neither food nor shining jewel, but something of power. Which directions Aria started walking across the surface water of the swamp. Thinking to cut across it rank waters and strangle the little water snake when she found him.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Jhajha sat just above the surface of the swamp, his deep blue eyes peering out, quietly observing the scene before him. Dragons, white and green and bigger than he were about a fire with several human's like his Aria but not like his Aria. Curiously the little dragon slipped from his watery haven and slid to the nearest tree, pulling himself up and along with this front arms, his long tail coiling around trunks and branches as he pushed himself forward along the tree tops until he was near enough to the group to see but not be seen, to hear but not be heard.<br/><br/>Still it was not close enough he wanted a closer look at the white one. It was far younger than he, but felt, smelt, tasted power in the air from it. Without thought the water dragon began to lower itself from its safe leafy haven, placing it's self directly over the dragonling until his eyes were level with its.