[Suzerain of Sheol]

Nest. And here I thought dragons just coalesced from raw Theurgy out of the firmament. I suppose we do live in a fallen world, after all. Kyarr did his best to follow Lindche's uneven path through the trees, taking care not to misstep -- the last thing he needed was a broken ankle.

He had the absurd thought for a moment of bringing the creature back to Skeye as a pet before crushing it with the knowledge of his sister's place in the world. The woman she might have been, who might have delighted in a pet dragon, had never been allowed to live. If anything, she'd have seen it gowned in silver armor and ridden the thing into battle, her sword burning brighter than the fire the thing could presumably spew.

Not that he had any clue where Skeye was now, or how he'd ever find her again.

He resolved to store that thought for another, less demanding moment and asked Lindche, "What are these humans like, anyway? I need to know what I'm walking into." Visions of the agonized Disciples mutilating their own bodies to release the toxic magick in their blood came unbidden, and were promptly buried again.