<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/Shalymar/Avatars/Isela_zpseca87bf2.png)</div><hr/><br/>Name:  Isela<br/>Current Form:  Draconic<br/>Players Nearby:  Reo<br/>Location: On an Island in the middle of the ocean between the two continents.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The time it took him to reach her, Isela would have been pacing had she been on the ground. But finally when he came in to view, she took one look at him and moved closer. She said nothing of his actions, or what she thought of them. Right now, her only concern was that he was all right.<br/><br/>The touch of his mind to her was like a welcomed caress and she smiled in spite of herself as he told her to relax. He wasn't going to take off again. She would have offered to help remove the pointy thing from his wing, however she knew it would be better if they did that when they weren't moving. She was only afraid that flying with it still in there might cause further damage to the injured wing.<br/><br/><em>All right, you lead, I will follow. When we land, I will see what I can do to remove them.</em>She had no idea what they even were. Reminding herself that they had probably been terrified. For as long as she knew, their kind had avoided any direct involvement with any of the races while in their natural forms. To have one of them drop in so unexpectedly, was no doubt a shock and a terrifying one at that. But they had not meant the two legged ones any harm, but there was no doubt left at least for that city, that dragons existed.<br/><br/>She followed as closely as she could and at the touch of his mind, the feelings she felt from him were almost mirrored but what he got back was understanding, the regret she felt over her actions, the compassion she felt for his predicament. But in it there was no judgment only love and understanding.<br/><br/>Isela landed just shortly after him and drew her wings behind her as she approached him. Reo had already landed and was laying on his side. He looked exhausted and when he looked at her as she moved closer, she leaned down and nuzzled her head against his tenderly.<br/><br/>"Be still, this might hurt." She said softly after she shifted into her Trithos form.<br/><br/>One by one, as gingerly as she could, she moved around his body carefully removing the pointy things starting with his wing. It had been there she had taken the most amount of time in order not to damage his wing any further. Only when she had removed the last spiked stick and tossed it aside with the others did she step away and shift back.<br/><br/>Returning to his side, Isela lovingly began to lick and nurse his wounds.