<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/03/Neave-avatar-picsay.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Neave<br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Draconic<br/><strong>Players nearby:</strong>??<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fixing to fly away from the nest site towards Cellorian's nest<br/><br/>Neave continued to glide across the skies rather lazily, letting the winds lift her and support her. Only flapping her great leathery wings occasionally. She loved flying, feeling wind fly pass her. Or ead it her flying past the wind? Either, it was a wonderful feeling. She was born to take to the air, to feel its soft caress over her scales. It was better than the caress of another of her kind.  It was as if she could just dose her eyes and glide on forever and ever.<br/><br/>However though, Neave was feeling a bit bored today. She felt that perhaps she wouldn't stay confined to the nest site. But where would she go? She considered finding a nice pool of water and diving in while in her Draishok form. A pleasure she enjoyed equally to flying. But she decided she wanted company. She wanted somebody to play with today. She looked down at what her nestmates were doing below. Basking in the sun. Hunting. Eating. They all seemed busy. Plus she had a tendency to annoy some of them.<br/><br/>But then a thought hit her!<br/><br/><em>Cellorian</em><br/><br/>She enjoyed the company of her older nestmate. Though technically he was no longer a nestmate, he was one of the first to move away. She would pay him a visit. Maybe he would play with her.