Janelle's journey with the small group of dragons was spent broadcasting her thoughts amongst the other dragons, listening to their thoughts as well as they told stories of past events, battles, the younglings, and even politics. She kept many thoughts to herself, thinking privately but keeping her mind open to the light-hearted conversations around her. The sun had long went down leaving the air refreshingly cool against her large body. The beats of their wings were slow paced, as to not out fly the smaller dragon in the group; the youngling was inexperienced, and though she had the power to fly, her stamina was not yet built for long and fast flights. It was midnight when it was decided they would land until morning, and continue their journey then. And they neared closer to the ground, one of the larger dragons used his abilities to shield them, a rare ability, keeping them hidden to unwanted visitors. They curled up around each other, necks on wings and legs on tails, taking a well deserved rest; with small whispers moving through all of their heads. Janelle nuzzled her head into the dragon's body underneath her, feeling the warmth, and feeling herself drift off into a sleep.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Afternoon the following day</span><br/><br/>Their travels had been slow, but they made it to Thessium with the sun not near it descending time. They stopped close by the town, hovering the air as the dragons said their goodbyes. Janelle would be leaving them while they carried on; she would be speaking to a fellow dragon staying in the area. She nuzzled the large heads of each of her companions, bidding them a farewell and safe travels. She puffed a plump of smoke as she made her way towards the ground, and as she landed, she took the form of a human; no wings and no tail accompanied her, a skill she has acquired 250 years in the past. She looked into the sky, shielding her eyes from the sun and taking a last look until she made her way towards the city. She pulled her hair up, and rubbed small amounts of dirt across her arms, face, and legs to keep a 'common' look on herself. She had her bow and arrows wrapped across her back; a weapon not commonly used within the past 100 years or so. She made it to the outskirts of the city, and she nodded to the few people she saw, smiling at them, until she arrived at the outside of Thessium.