"Yeah..." he said absent-mindedly. Rayra watched Drake and Rina, tempted to go snuggle up against them for a nap. It was a childish impulse, but he was hungry, thirsty, fatigued, and well ready to give sleep a chance. Without further hesitation, the gnoll gave in to the idea, and lay down with his arms wrapped around Drake as well, licked his friend's face, put his head against the lizard's, and fell asleep silently. As was necessary for someone like Rayra, he could fall asleep and wake up whenever he saw fit. He would wait until later to eat and whatnot...<br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>Diarow was already there, having acheived in his arrival a silence that may have been thought impossible for him and his enourmous pal Fissure. The towering dragon looked over the trees to better view everyone below, while the demon sat on a large limb of that tree, folding his wings neatly, and began blowing dark clouds of smoke from his nostrils. Rayra was resting, and so were others; since he himself had not slept a wink after his awful childhood, he was well used to waiting quietly while people were dreaming. On the branch next to him were Rayra's other weapons and whatnot: there was a longbow, a quiver, assorted blades and weaponry, etc. A good deal of the tree was decorated with weapons, all perfectly balanced so that none would clatter to the ground. Fissure lowered a large yellow eye to Diarow's level, starting to smoke in the same fashion as they conversed silently...<br/><br/>(( Got another profile? ))