Jerrar smiled.  !blush<span style="color: #BF4000">"I'm sure he does mean well. But still, who knows what goes on in his little old head. I wouldn't be surprised if he knew how to farm in a desert as dry as this."</span>Jerrar admitted, following Kiriei up the slope and into the small temple then outside.<br/><br/>Once outside Jerrar frowned slightly  -_- , his eyes set upon the earth elder.  Jerrar had not seen it before but the earth elder's eyes were a pale blue. He was blind. And yet what was behind the earth elder seemed to contradict this fact.  Behind the small dragon was a life-size statue of Jerrar and Kiriei made entirely of sandstone. It was scale for scale an exact replica of the two, even Jerrar's scar on his neck was present, along with the healing bite from the Night Gryphon on his arm. Kiriei's eyes were sapphire gems, perfectly cut to size and shape. Jerrar's statue was standing on all fours stretching his wings out wide, and looking out into the desert, his head held high and proud, his sandy mane matched hair for hair all the way down to his fluff tail. Kiriei was sitting beneath the shade of Jerrar's outstretched wings. She was elegant and kind, her eyes constantly forgiving, though seeming to hide something that Jerrar could not identify.<br/><br/><span style="color: #804000">"So how you like it? Did I git it all right? I spended all night one it."</span>His voice was almost that of a child showing a creation to it's parents for approval.<br/><br/>Jerrar was speechless, his eyes kept retracing the outline of his clone's expression. It was almost scared looking, but a mask of fearlessness encased it so that it was difficult to spot. Jerrar could directly identify with his statue, knowing that's exactly how he felt. Always scared, but looking fearless and brave in front of others. It was odd, like looking at a reflection. All his flaws were expressed in this statue, and yet they were hidden to all but himself.