Name: Cellorian (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=160364.msg7402842#msg7402842)<br/>Current Form: Dragon<br/>Players Nearby: Neave<br/>Location: Fields near his cave<br/><br/>Cellorian hunched down and let his wings spread and stretch. He hopped into the air and let the downbeat of his wings propel him upwards. He rose slowly as his body stirred back into action.<br/><br/><em>We should fly low where there are no clouds, and in the clouds where we can. If you see anything, keep you distance. We don't know what we're heading toward, so it may have an easy time taking us unaware if we're not careful. If anything feels wrong at any point, trust your instinct and fall back.</em><br/><br/>The silver dragon broke from his hover and started north, toward the nest he hadn't seen for many years. It was a clear day, so he kept just high enough to avoid having to rise or fall too much with the terrain. The ground passed under him as he built to a pace that he judged was best for the distance he had to cover. A dragon's flight could cover a lot of distance quickly. but they were still a long ways from the nest. And not by chance- Cellorian had intentionally placed himself away from his younger and more energetic siblings. He wasn't sure what kind of reception would be waiting for him, even if the nest was okay.<br/>