Jerrar did as she said and flopped down in the soft grass between the trees, welcoming the cool dampness that it offered. Through the pain in his sides he hardly noticed the burning of his wings until it was soothed by the cold dew of the grass. He had flopped down just our of sight of the sky above the small clearing, making sure he was partly hidden by shrubs.<br/><br/>He hurt terribly, but the lack of dry air and sun, made him feel better than he had been. A thought crossed his mind while he was wondering how badly he was hurt: Why was it him that kept getting injured?<br/><br/>It was a question that Jerrar thought deeply about. He was glad that Kiriei was not getting hurt, but the pain was getting quite irritating. He did not wish unfortune on Kiriei, but he did wish that he did not have to keep hurting himself. All this pain began when he joined Kiriei on her journey to find a bunch of legendary 'elders' that Jerrar had not ever believed in. Since then he had had one of his wings smashed, gotten attacked by a gryphon, nearly went mad while developing his power to breathe fire, and then getting rammed by an angry drake.<span style="color: #BF4000">"What will happen to me next?"</span>He questioned the lizard that Kiriei had left with him.<br/><br/>The lizard replied with a flicking of his tongue and a blank stare. Jerrar sighed and set his head down on a small patch of moss. His ears were also burnt and the feeling was refreshing as they set upon the moist moss.