<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: Headed east, centering over Centosia, then back out to sea.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Isela was more than chilled at this altitude than she had ever felt before. While it was true, the normal cold didn't bother her too much, it wasn't incredibly comfortable either. More than once she had found herself out in the middle of a storm where the temperatures were colder than many others would have liked it. So it wasn't the cold alone that made the poor Cobalt shiver as she struggled to keep up with him. It was the chilling wind from the speed in which he was traveling.<br/><br/>But she pressed on and though it took quite a bit of her energy and strength to do so, she was doing a fairly decent job at keeping up. Many times she tried to reestablish contact, and many times she failed. She knew he knew she was there, which was only confirmed when he looked back in her direction and the poor clouds suffered the fate of his annoyance.<br/><br/>More than anything, Reo needed to know how she felt, needed to know she was sorry for ... Immediately her thoughts were interrupted when in mid-flight she watched him change forms and began a quick and spiraled decent towards the earth below. What was he doing? He was going to get himself killed, all to get away from her? Isela paused for a second longer than she should have, stunned by his actions.<br/><br/><em>REOALLTHAZIN... NO!</em>She screamed towards him and forward in an effort to save him from his own stupidity. But due to the distance she had still been behind him, and at the rate of speed he was falling. Reo had broken through the clouds before she could get to where he had been.<br/><br/>Suddenly her mind felt his presence once more as began her own descent to follow. Hit like a force wall from the sheer fear that gripped him. It was real.<em>DO. NOT. DIVE. CITY! !</em>All at once she found herself with the decision between wanting to make sure he was all right, to protect him much like he had been willing to do for her, and listening to him. She had made this mistake once when he was only looking out for her, she wouldn't make it again. Isela had to trust him, trust that he would be all right. She chose to listen.<br/><br/>Quickly she began back peddling and pulling herself out of the self imposed dive before she too broke cloud cover. She let out a little cry at the force it took to do so as she had been speeding to reach him in time. Once back above the clouds, she waited, and hoped trying to catch her breath.<em>Okay. Be safe... please.</em>She said softly to him. Her mind was locked on to his like a steel trap and she was not letting him go. Every attack volleyed at him pushed at her will to not dive in to protect him. But this time, this time she did what she was told... and waited for him to return.