☆═━<a class="postlink" href="http://i1068.photobucket.com/albums/u452/pagansquee/Females/Art/647a73f6-77d3-4cc8-bfcb-60a7067edb43_zpsc8hgr5a1.jpg"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #4040BF">Aliyeh Salehi</span></span></a>━═☆<br/>She heard the footsteps in the hall long before the knock on the door. Good news was it probably wasn't someone trying to kill her. They would have been more careful about the noisy footsteps. Bad news was, it was probably another job. She had just returned home, barely even had the chance to recoup from the last job. Lesan would also like a couple days more rest she was sure. Money was money though, and you couldn't have it without working for it. With a sigh into her pillow, she waited for the knock. Quite as it was, the messenger must be new. Most wouldn't care about the early morning hour, they would simply slam their fist into the wooden door.<br/><br/>Sighing once more, she pushed her small frame off the modest bed. Soft fabric draped from her hips and shoulders. Bare feet padded across the wooden floor, while she stretched her arms upwards towards the ceiling. Placing her hand on the knob, she swung the door open quickly. "By the gods, this had better be good," she didn't even wait for the young mans greeting. Snatching the cream colored parchment from his hand. Aliyeh leaned against the door frame, glancing up from her lashes at the man. No doubt he would have been ordered to wait for a reply.<br/><br/>From what she could tell the pay was good, more then she had been offered before. Then job itself seemed a tad on the difficult side. Dragons, even the young ones, were tough. Not to mention their sheer size dwarfed most, they were also smarter then your average monster. Smarter then a lot of people even. The fact that there were seven or more would make it that much harder. Then there was the fact that three others had also received a similar letter. That meant competition, she didn't mind that nearly as much as she should have. Kayan had trained her well, there should be no reason she couldn't come out on top.<br/><br/>Holding up a finger to the messenger, she walked to a small desk in the corner. Grabbing quill and ink, she put to paper her answer. There was no way she would miss out on this job. "Make this fast, and I mean insure you are the first to arrive with an answer." The young man nodded a weak understanding, "yes of course, I will do my best Ma'am." With narrowed eyes, Aliyeh shoved the door closed. She was barely nineteen, where did he get off calling her Ma'am?<br/><br/>Two hours later, she was heading down the street to the stables. Lesan would not be happy to see her this soon, not with a pack slung over her shoulder anyway. He seemed to have known she was coming, his large black head appeared through the stable doors. She simply smiled and shrugged her shoulder. While actual talking never occurred between them, it would appear that they still had a language. It was mostly spoken with body and gestures, sometimes she found herself actually talking out loud to him though. The horses snorts and whinnies would suggest her understood, but she knew he really didn't. "Well, it's back on the road I guess, I hope you used your down time wisely."<br/><br/>She had everything she needed for the journey to Napridos. A small coin purse she kept hidden under the saddle for emergencies, and the occasional Inn. For the most part she would simply camp out. The less people she saw the better, nobody would know she was coming. Her clothing choice had changed also. From the soft flowing fabrics, to leathers protecting her most vital organs. It made for some awkward moments when she shifted. She lost a lot through her travels, as clothing didn't change with you. When she could help it, she would leave it all with Lesan. Some situations called for a quick shift though, and that was when she lost the armor. This was the reason for the leathers, it was cheaper to buy.<br/><br/>Pulling the large horse from the stable, she made quick work of putting the saddle on him. He required a special hand for this, Lesan could be a little testy at times. He would even give her a little attitude from time to time. Today was no exception. Every time she tried to cinch the straps tighter he would either inhale or side step. Her retaliation was to wait for him to exhale then yank harshly on buckle. "That's what you get," when she was satisfied he would be better behaved she loosened it a little. They would need to get on the road quickly if they were to make good time.