Kiriei had also been upset by the disturbing creaking noise, and she thought Jerrarekoth's explanation was as good as any she could have come up with.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"Yes, I'll be careful,"</span>she called out. Kiriei was a bit longer than Jerrar, perhaps a foot extra in wingspan and a similar amount from nose to tail, but she was also a bit leaner, and had less muscle mass. This considered, she was probably a hundred or more pounds lighter than the male dragon. Still though, it could never hurt to be a little extra cautious.<br/><br/>Stepping lightly, Kiriei made her way to the stone steps leading up to something of a temple. This being stone, it was likely a bit sturdier here, but the stone could also be worn out. She continued her light stepping. Coming upon the door, it was smaller than one might expect, about five and a half feet wide and perhaps seven tall; squarish in shape. Getting inside would be a bit of a hassle.<br/><br/>The dark dragon managed to tuck her wings in tightly enough and duck down enough to worm her way through the door. Inside was far more spacious and even quite a bit warmer. Turning back, she noticed Jerrar's wings to have seemingly frozen in place.<span style="font-style: italic">Uh oh...</span><span style="color: #00BFFF">"Can you get through?"</span>she called, honestly wondering if it were possible. There were always times when a larger size was a good thing, and times when it was bad. Even if he could get his wings folded... they may have to make their own entrance. But Kiriei shuttered at the thought of tearing a hole in such a beautiful structure, especially if it was the home of an elder-- as she hoped. Besides, a bigger hold would only let more cold air in.