<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>Cellorian<br/><strong>Location:</strong>By the stream, next to Cellorian<br/><br/><em>"What was that? What happened?"</em>Neave asked again, though more to satisfy and calm herself than to ask Cellorian. She was pretty sure he didn't know either. Or did he? Perhaps more than herself.<br/><br/>Slowly she got to her feet and padded around Cellorian, looking up into the tree tops, watching the animals around. Wondering. Debating. It had obviously been a telepathic link, as all communication was with Dragons while in their reptilian form. But if something horrible had happened, why didn't it travel through the animals. Not much could cause such pain to their kind.<br/><br/>She looked at Cellorian. He seemed deep in thought and very concerned, as she was herself. She wondered if they should go see. She wanted to. If anything it might be safer to be close to a larger group of dragons. But she wasn't sure.