She could feel the power someone was letting off, and the grumblings of the building in protest. She looked at her father and rolled her eyes, "I'm pretty sure I already know what that's about, and I have no intention of dealing with it at the moment." She reached into her breast pocket, and turned off her phone, much to the amusement of her father.<br/><br/>"How much longer will you be staying, father?" She leaned against the couch on the floor at his feet. His hands were combing through her hair, and feathers, making her care about nothing but. Even an old bird like her had her weaknesses, and his gentle manipulations of her feathers, relaxed away tension she hadn't even known was there. It was a secret among her family, that she would become putty for the one gentle with her hair and neck.<br/><br/>The dark haired man with black eyes returned to looking at what he was doing, from watching the door for the dragon. She should be calling to him soon, but maybe they were too pig headed to heed the call. The more she relaxed, or became stressed, the stronger the call would get. "I will be leaving in the morning. I have one more day with our guest, then I should be returning home. You should reconsider coming home with me. You haven't been back to the temple in one hundred years. I don't want your next visit to be another loss in the family."<br/><br/>"I don't either, but mother doesn't like my lifestyle, and it has long since gotten old. I gave my oath, and with that dragon stirring up trouble, someone needs to keep him from getting too high in his hopes. He's too young to lead yet." She sighed.<br/><br/>"He is to be your replacement? And you already know this?" He sounded surprised, stroking her ears carefully.<br/><br/>She moaned softly, "I am to train him to take my place, and to understand his limits, before...before I can..." she trailed off.<br/><br/>"Continue." His voice cut through her pleasure, "Before?"<br/><br/>"The leader's mate is with child. I will become her and the babes personal guard. A step down, but I think I have proven myself enough."<br/><br/>"The dragon was the wrong choice. He will not stop at just defeating you to take your place. You should come home, return when he is finished his training and content with Jarin's position above him."<br/><br/>She sighed and stood, moving towards the door. "I can't. I knew the risks, and excepted them. I will see this out."<br/><br/>Her father stood, and followed. "I will not let him kill you, but I will remove you should something happen that threatens my only daughter. There are not many females of our species left."<br/><br/>She stopped, listening to his words. He must have seen something that he was unwilling to share with her. "I need to go find out how much damage there is, and contain it."<br/><br/>He nodded, "Don't lose yourself in your anger. I'm going to go speak with Jarin. I will return."<br/><br/>They both filed out of her rooms. He went to the elevators, and she heading for the training arena. The few minutes walk let her think about what she could do to that damned thorn in her side, reaching the training arena, all thoughts seemed to stop. How in the seven layers of hell had he done that much damage since she had just been there? She forced herself to breathe, forced herself not to tear that lizard into little scaly bits.<br/><br/>He would fix this. He would be on his knees collared and fighting, but he would fix this. How many men were lost, or damaged permanently. She would need a whole new team! Anger and disbelief lead her to him again, her marks calling to where he was. "Damn it, Marcus! I just had that mess fixed. Can't you grow the fuck up, and stop destroying everything!"