Janelle was sitting underneath a tree, having stopped to take a break from her lengthy flight across Scythia. Her legs were spread out across the grass, tickling the underside of her thigh; the breeze felt good against her exposed flesh. She was looking out into the distance, the sun still high in the sky above her. The years had gone and past since she had made a landing here, though her image had changed faintly; her eyes still held a bright shine and had become wiser, her body had become stronger from the years of battle. Her golden hair moved in the wind and she took a breath, thinking of the last she could remember when being here; when she spent a handful amount of time with Arcaeus.<span style="font-style: italic">It really has been years</span>She shook her head, thinking of the past memories<span style="font-style: italic">500 years really does make its way by quickly.</span>She closed her eyes and her thoughts flashed of the time they had spent together, wondering what had become of Arcaeus.<br/>Janelle spent an hour reminiscing, letting the sun warm her body and the time float by until she heard the load rumble from above her head. She reluctantly looked up, seeing her fellow dragons hovering high in the sky awaiting her return to their group<span style="font-style: italic">Took them awhile to catch up</span>she thought as she picked up herself from the base of the tree. She stretched her arms and her back, taking a moment to glance at the scenery around her, keeping an eye out for humans watching. She took off into the air, thrusting hard and using her wings to gain speed. She made it to her friends and transformed; her dragon self had grown and her scales shone more brightly in the sunshine ahead of her. She was surrounded by a group of five dragons, one of which was a youngling taking flight, which Janelle made a point to nuzzle on her way to the front of the group. As they continued their flight Janelle thought of breaking away from the group, to make her way into the forest to find her old friend.