Illyanna accepted the white egg with a sort of grave dignity. A soft smiled play about her eyes as she carefully cradled it in her pack before swining up onto Shander's back. "Shall we?" She asked. We shall indeed Shander said before leeping into the air.

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A roar of joy escaped Meridian's mouth, followed quickly by a shot of purpley-blue fire. It radiated the colours of twilight, blues and yellows, oranges, purple and a hint of green. It lingered in the air, twisting and turning, like some strange creature. Meridian chased after it, swallowing it and belching orange smoke.

Meridian turned in on himself, arcing downards gracefully, then flapped back to a decent height. He smiled Dragonishly, stretching his neck forward to nudge playfully at Zero. Firis scowled as he dove down again, swerving away from the other Chosen.

Meridian quit it! Firis's mind voice was so strong that it echoed to the other Chosen weakly, wether they could normally mind speak or not.

The Dragon flared his nostrils as Firis sent pain lancing through their connection. A gust of wind ballooned him up, he shook himself and smiled again. He narrowed his eyes deviousely and promptly flipped over, rising gently upside down on a stray thermal.

Oh gods. Firis closed her eyes and hung on tightly until Meridian righted himself, still rising on the thermal.

Kith shivered involuntarily as he spotted a fellow chosen shift her form. Though he could do the same, it always caem as a shock to Kith when others preformed his sacred gift. You should talk to her Giowne mused to Kith. She might be able to teach you a few things. Compared to her, you're a floppy shifter. She twisted her head back to glance at him.

Kith glanced back. I don't need lessons He insisted. I get along great as it is He knew Giowne was trying to get him to socialize, but she'd have to try harder than that to get him to talk.

(is everyone off? if not by tomorrow morning, we'll start flyin and they can just pretend to be up in the air )

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((I think so...and Nauriel, that would be sweet if our chars became friends, even with kith's personaility...lol ))

Airithnu flapped her wings twice and smiled in her falcon-like fashion at the dragon who was soaring gracefully yet playfully around the Chosen. She thought it was amazing to see it soar like that, being so big. She continued to fly with the group.

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Zero felt himself being nudged, and in what seemed years, he felt playful. He saw the dragon do complex flying, and matched every one of them with his own, albeit flying opposite, belly to belly. So when the dragon had turned, Zero had to flying in a loop. Oh, he hadn't had this much fun in years. Zero was puzzled when he heard Firis yell at Meridian, strange to be able to listen to mindspeak. He had never tried mindspeaking. When Meridian had soared upward, Zero dropped off and returned to the group- he didn't do well going too high, and he'd prefer to do missions with a body unbroken.
He hovered with the group, merriness vanished as fast as it had come, and asked "Shall we get going?"

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(@Tur. Grudgingly friendly, I suppose. His curiosity about other shapeshifters can fuel it. I actually had a plan for them to interact, because of somthing you mentioned about your character. We'll see how it goes )
Kith watched as a dragon took off with its rider. A small grin wormed its way onto his face, and he let it. There was no-one with him to see his momentary laps of character. That used to be you he said to Giowne, remembering when they had first met.
It still could be Giowne replied, suddenly diving in a roll. Kith hurridly grabbed onto her feathers, but even with his split second reaction he was almost thrown from her back. The gryphon spread her wings at the last second, saving them both from a painful collision with the ground.

((cool! What did I say? ))

Airithnu looked around the sky, and she knew it would be a weird sight to look up upon; a large group of humans on various beasts and then a half-human, half-dragon flying beside a small little falcon. Airithnu grinned at the thought of it and she did a small twirl of her own, flying around in a few circles, enjoying the breeze against her feathers and the lightness of her body.

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"Ok everyone, lets GO!" Emmeline yelled, and nudged Sabrah to fly north-west. They were going to have to avoid towns and cities, so it would take them a little longer to reach ireland. The wind ripped into Emmelines clothes and she leaned forward on Sabrahs neck.

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Airithnu heard Emmeline yell and she stop turning and doing flips and she flew forward with the group, gaining much more speed than that was expected of a small red-tailed falcon.

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Illyanna tightened dwon the leg straps that held her firmly in the saddle so that even if Shander so chose to do stunts she didn't have to worry about being thrown.

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Meridian did one last loop, then swooped down to the rest of the Chosen's height. He flexed his claws, then tucked his legs close to his body. His long purple spines were raised, and the wind whistled around them, creating a high keening sound.

A smile appeared on Firis' face as she watched the other Chosen. A spark of happiness coursed through her and Meridian's connection. He twisted his head around to glance at her.

Why so happy?

"Why not!" She closed her eyes, feeling the wind on her face, blowing away her cares and worries, if just for a few seconds.

Well... your mother died. My father died. Life kind of sucks right now. The smile lessened slightly on her face.

"Meridian! Just be happy! And speed up while your at it!" The Dragon rolled his eyes and increased his wing strokes, pulling ahead of the few lagging Chosen.

Zero was content to be at the back of the party. Flying at this speed, he didn't have to tuck himself into a ball-although if he did he would have gone twice as fast from the decrease of air resistance. And anyway, he wanted to loop, and loop he did. Although a small joy filled his heart, he never once smiled. He very rarely smiled, and those rare smiles were almost never genuine. He felt for his gun, checked that the suppressor was safe and secure in place, put it back, and drew his saber. It was in good condition, although Zero couldn't think of a reason for why it wouldn't be in a good condition. Habit, he supposed.

Letting the wind ruffle his spiky red hair, Zero closed his eyes, trusting his smell for the direction that the were going, and glided to the left side of the group.

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While all the other flew around, some doing fancy tricks, Rena slept. But not peacefully. Nightmare ran through her dreams.

Rena sat on the couch, short hair covering her face, her father in front of her. It was a few years back before she had found Granit.
"She's only a child, it's not her fault," said her mother, who stood behind Rena's father. He looked down at her with critical eyes.
"That's just is, she a child," he yelled. "Children are to been seen and not heard!" the words echoed through her mind as the image changed.

Rena stood, next to Granit and the other chosen. The original chosen, in a vast hall, reaching endlessly in all directions. Infront of them stood an albino dragon, and his rider, a very tall man.
"We will take you to our jail and torture you for the reason why your crossing our airspace, or you will tell us now, and you may pass freely," the man said.
"Rude. Making us choose one or the other, why not just let us pass, we have no wish to harm you or your country," she heard Crymson speak.
A few other words were said, but they were all fuzzy to Rena, and unaudible.
"We meant no harm. Can't some travelers just pass by? You'd hardly notice we were ever here," she heard herself say, and tried to stop herself, knowing what was coming afterward, but it was too late. The figure turned a looked at her.
"Hm... a child speaking out of term. Tsk tsk tsk. But, I guess that's your last resort. Fine. I'll let you pass... only, you must pay a toll. In blood," the words stabbed through Rena like a dagger through an enemy. Images of all the deceased chosen flashed through her mind, before the dream shifted again.

Rena sat atop Granit, who flew above fast moving ground. The new chosen were all around them. Firis and Meridian in front, Zero at the back, the rest scattered in between. It was a wonderfull day, not a cloud in sight. Next thing she knew, arrows were being shot up at them. One pierced Granit's left wing, and one pierced her neck, and a third hit her stomach. The flying horse whinnied lowdly in pain and began to fall. Rena felt herself slip from the saddle as the ground got bigger and closer. Rena was just about to hit earth when...

The redhead sat straight up in the saddle, a slight scream escaped her lips, tears streaming down her face. Rena blushed a deep red with embarassment and guilt and anger. She reached down to find her companion's black silky neck soaked with tears.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, more to the deceased than to Granit...

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Emmeline looked back and nudged Sabrah forward so she was ahead of the group. She felt at ease up in the air, as if this is where she belonged. Her first joining the Chosen seemed so far away. After all that had happened, she wanted this to be over, to be ended. She would mourn the loss of her friends, but she had a job to do now. She, Rena, Sorcha, and Kith were now the 'leaders' and they had to keep everyone safe. She did not like having a leader, but rather working together. But this job called for someone to call all the shots. It was risky, but it had to be done.

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Shander did as he liked when he flew. Having Illyanna strapped to his back had become almost scond nature. Her thoughts were quiet like wispers in the back of his mind.

Illyanna sat with her eyes closed, her head bowed in a kind of meditation. Her mind wandered through memories tucked away in the far reaches of her mind. After a while she relaxed into a semi sleep, staying aware of her surroundings.

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