Devaguea tracked the shadow as best he could, doing surprisingly well in spite of the growing ache in his wings. He cursed his malformed body, this time focusing on the wing joints. He could fly, but the way his shoulders were hinged meant he had to kill most of his forward momentum to stay airborne. Still body was hurting by the time he lost the silver dart, and after a moment of casting about trying to find it, he reluctantly headed to the shore.<br/><br/>The gold dragonling still nearly jumped out of his scales at the silver's greeting. He managed to avoid making an unfortunate noise, but it still took him a second to get his flight pattern back. "Glad you enjoyed that as well. I am Devaguea. I have a territory nearby, and one of the locals told me that a silver had been spotted near the lake. So I thought I should swing by and meet my neighbor."