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i stopped and backed up, looking at Val. "sorry i'm not really good.." i smiled, embarresed. then,sleathing the dagger, i glanced at Kyra. i hope she's doing better...we need to get far away from her sister as soon as possible...

It nods, "Bad. But potential. Learn. Grow." It looked at Kyra too. Time is of the essence, but health is more important.

i sat on my toes, hugging my knees. "so..where did you come from, Vallahd..?" i didnt expect it to answer, i mean i was bursting it's bubble, really..

It sit down by the fire too. "My home."

i couldnt help but smile. of course."aheh." I stared into the fire, the lull of sleep pulling at me. i blinked several times to clear my head. (sorry, sis wants on.)

[ugh you two..computer problems and now i have to fit in again]

She stirs from her doze, coughing softly, and shivering.

It looks at the Kyra. "How feel you?" This was fortunate perhaps. Now they might continue.

She heard its voice, looking at it. ''I think I feel better....How long have I been asleep?''

[please bear with my typos. i have noo light in the comp room besides the computer itself.]

It shrugs, "An hour mayhaps?"

She gets up weakly, then sits down, and licks her dull claw. She wished she could help in fighting her sister, but her claws had dulled from disuse. Her lighting bolt markings was lit up a bit from the fire. ''I wish I could help in fighting, since you two seem ready for it. But all I have is fire and electricity. My claws are really dull.''

It nods, "No fight. Evade. Around." It sighs, thinking, hard language. Difficult to understand.

''You seem to have a hard time talking correctly.''

It nods. "New toung. Different. Hard."

''I had trouble talking for a few years...Its not common for dragons to speak as I do. Mostly those who study the language constantly. My mom taught me.''

It nods, reaching into its cloak and taking out a book. "This one learns alone."

''But after I got seperated from family, I had to teach myself...My sister knows it too, though she prefers to attack, rather than talk.''

It nods, looking into the fire. How long has it been? How long has this one wandered for the truth? So close at times, yet far away....

As Kyra looks into the fire as well, the purple dragon scowls loudly from close by. The scalpel still in her eye. She was extremely mad now, and began to sneak up onto the group again. This was the time. Surprise them. All she knew was fighting. She was never taught anything else...

It felt movement behind them and looked. Unsurprised that the bad draggy recovered.

She stopped walking, going against a wall. She painfully removes the scalpel from her eye, and flicks it to the group, holding in a screech from the pain that fallowed.