Kith listened to the rythm, finding it strangely soothing, though he did not join in. He had nothing remarkable to add, nor did he wish to. He was thinking of things, and did not want to rupture those thoughts.

Dawnfire continued to keep the throbbing going, Morley dropped an octave but Crymson stopped. She placed her hand on the wall of the tunnel and soon they had reached a deep cavern.
"This is where we will be flying." The edge dropped off steeply and went down to the core of the earth. Faint flickers of red and orange light could be seen. A huge cavern carved out by the Ancients.
"This leads all the way to Kazan...in Russia. It is a very long flight and there will be no stops along the way. We will surface once we reach teh city. We rest here for two nights."

Kith nodded. The flickering red lights gave him comfort. He liked fire, the way it acted, the way it felt. The flickering could hold his gaze for hours as he meditated. He stroked Kiowa. "Now, my dear, we shall go flying."

Mirima was relieved to be at the next point in their journey, but at the sight of the dancing fire light her eyes glazed over, any previous emotion drained from her fair face. How she hated fire. Perhaps more than any other element.

Drawing her cloak close around herself, Mirima brooded silently, prepared to do what she must, but with no promises of a happy disposition. Moran could sense this, and silently spoke to her, but she blocked him out. There was too much to think on.

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"You said: I know that this will hurt, but if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse..."

Aurora looked at the deep cavern. She smiled slightly, Midnight was pawing the ground, anxious to fly.

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Rena stopped playing to hear what Crymson said, since it was hard to hear her at the back of the group. When she heard that they were flying, Rena put the violen away so as not to drop in one the flight. Reaching a hand into the saddle bag that held the egg, Rena felt the egg all over... it was safe.

Rena gave a small squeel of happyness now that they would finally start flying, yet the squeel was too silent to be heard by the others.

"finally, it's too stuffy in here for me... not enouph air..." Rena thought to herself...

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Tempay smiled "Sounds like you may need to eat big Madoc. You may not be eating for a while..." the dragon chuckles. Madoc sniffs the air. "I... Smell death... Crymson is the path up ahead clear?"

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"I have a bad Feeling about this"

Sorcha and Etain listened as Crymson told about the next part of the journey.
<i>The rest will feel good</i> she said to Etain.
<i>Yes</i> Etain said. Sorcha slid off the saddle, giving Etain a pat on the neck.
Something Crymson had said came to Sorcha's mind. "Who are the Ancients?" she asked.

Crymson patted Dawnfire lightly on the head and he stopped, Morley stopped soon after.
"Yes, the tunnels are all clear, there has been no one down here, this is my first time being here. Merendith has been here twice before, other than that they are undisturbed save for the creatures that roam. The Ancients are those who have carved outt eh earth, or at least the caverns below it. They exist no longer, dieing out was very fashionable back then." Crymson chuckles slightly and sits down close to the edge, looking over.

(are we flying right now? *confused*)

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[no we are resting for two days] Madoc still didnt trust these caverns. "Crymson i smell alot of death... fresh death... These tunnels arent empty..."

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"I have a bad Feeling about this"

"What time is it?" Rena asked stiffiling a small yawn...

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(ok thanks!! )

Aurora dismounted Midnight and started to walk around the camp.

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Mirima could sense the apprehension amid the travellers. It made her feel better to know that others felt uncomfortable, though many wouldn't show it. Her gaze rested on Crymson, seemingly relaxed at the cavern's edge. A strange girl, to be sure, yet Mirima had a lot of respect for her, leading so many strangers across the world.

Dismounting nimbly, she allowed Moran to make himself comfortable on the sandy floor. Then pulling her hood over her head, Mirima settled down against his scaly side and closed her eyes. Sleep wouldn't come easily, however.

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"You said: I know that this will hurt, but if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse..."

Rna gave a bigger yawn yet, and then a bigger one. The sound of her breathe when she yawned echoed a little in the cave. "oh..." she said, hearing it herself.
little one, you need sleep. You've had a big day, and yet that is only the beginning. Take off my saddle and use it as a pillow, and take out the blanket from your bag. And I would love it if you could take the bridle off, Granit tellapathicly said to Rena.

Without a word, Rena did so, and once her head was comfortible on the saddle, and the blanket was on her, Rena fell into a deep sleep... very fast...

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Laphari sat on the edge of the chasm, releasing a heavy sigh as she folded her arms, her gaze lost in the distant glow of red. Shiraso stood somewhat behind her, his head hanging over her shoulder as he too remained silent. She smiled slightly beneath the scarf, reaching her hand around to gently stroke the soft muzzle of the Pegasus.

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