You Saved Me.

[Sven Vellyn]

Time and Date:: 5 years ago, sunset.
Weather:: very light overcast, clear patches
Previous Threads?:: N/A



"Sven!!" Called a man. Sven turned his head, recognising the man who hobbled up the cobbled path to where he was. It was 'Uncle'. He wasn't really Sven's uncle, but it was a nickname the community gave to him, since they all looked up to him, and he helped everyone out despite his retired years.

Sven let the sheep he was shearing go, half shaven, but a glance from his father let him temporaily leave his duties. The sound of the old man's voice raised a certain atmosphere of concern. Sven climbed the fence and approached.

He was met with surprise as Uncle grabbed his arms, shaking them slightly. "Sven, you have to leave. Now. There's a small Articul squad coming up here, someone tipped them off about a dragon rider. If they find your stuff, you'll have to join the Guard. You don't want that. You're not a fighter."

"Wait, what? ...Now?"

"Now! Find Braig."

"Braig? Where will I go?" He saw a forgiving look in Uncle's eyes. "I have to leave - like Red Rock? But isn't that like, only merchants can leave? What about Mum and Dad?"

"They'll be fine. I've helped deserter's families before. Your parents will be safe."

"But," He looked back to his father who was still busy shearing sheep. "I don't want to leave home."

"I'm sorry, kid, but we have no choice now. Come on, lets find Braig and-" Sven was suddenly very angry. If having a dragon and not being in the army was such a crime, why did he make him train a dragon? The beast was only stealing their sheep, Sven only wanted to find a way to stop it from taking them.

"If you hadn't made me train that dragon, I wouldn't be in trouble!" Sven exclaimed.

"You had all the chances to back out. I told you the risks. Do you regret your time with Braig?"

"No..." Sven said regrettably. Having Braig around had helped him so much whilst he dealt with the loss of Kari.

"Yes. It's illegal to desert Red Rock, but believe me when I say it is the safest thing for you to do right now. Fetch Braig. I'll sort out what you need to take with you and explain the situation to your parents."

Feeling the urgency, and seeing a dragon lazily circling in the sky, Sven quickly headed to the pastures. Uncle had told him of the dragon guard - he had seen the dragon patrols themselves when he studied in the city - so he was wary. The dragon was too far away to tell if it was armoured or not. Not that Sven knew much about how the Articul's dragon guard worked. For now he would just fetch Braig.

The Scuttleclaw was obviously eager to see him - but he had learnt his own strength and this time didn't knock him over in greeting. He patted the dragon on the nose as he got a face full of hot, stinky dragon breath. "H-Hey Braig. Hello." He managed to say the last word in broken Dragonese. Seeing the dragon - yes. He didn't want to lose his dragon. Uncle was right.

"Listen, Braig." He said to the very large dragon. "We might have to go on a trip - I don't know how long we'll be away, but we have to take care of each other, okay?" The dragon made grunting noises as the dragon snuffled at him, looking for treats. "Come on, let's get home. Uncle is waiting for us."

They landed in the cobbled courtyard of the farm. He shakily dismounted, still not used to landing. Sven moved towards his parents who had come to see him off. His mother was in tears. He hugged her as Uncle started heaving packs on the dragon. The Scuttleclaw hardly noticed, though he was a bit jittery which made securing the packs a little harder.

He said his goodbyes. The sitution was dire. Uncle hurried Sven onto his dragon. "Go on! There's no time! Quick!" He smacked the dragon's haunches like one would do a horse and the dragon immediately leapt into flight.

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And that was how Sven became a deserter of Red Rock. It had been three days since that fateful day, and since leaving the mainland, they hadn't encountered any sign of land or other living creature yet. Sven was exhausted, hungry and sleep deprived.

Since leaving, Sven had been wondering what the hell he was even supposed to do now. He knew leaving Red Rock without a permit was suicide, so he was essentially a fugitive now. What did that mean for him? He learnt during his brief stay in the city that merchants were strictly controlled. Perhaps if he stayed away from merchants, he wouldn't run the risk of bumping into loyal Red Rockers.

Of course he was upset over the whole ordeal. But Sven knew he had to figure out the matter at hand. Like surviving. He wondered if he could just pick up his father's mantle and be a lowly shepard elsewhere, away from prying Red Rock eyes.

Meanwhile the powerhouse that was Braig seemed unfazed. He had been flying at a steady yet energetic pace all during this time, but even Sven could see that that energy was soon waning. Sven stroked the dragon's side and flexed his sore ankles in the stirrups. "Don't worry Braig; we'll find land soon."

Sven didnt' realise that the Braig had faltered it's pace because it could hear something behind them. But they were flying just above the low clouds.

[Beornwyn Veen]

    "Could you two be quiet? Trying to be stealthy here." Beorn hissed at the two ambassadors, they seemed to have heeded his words pretty willingly so that helped keep the strain of annoyance off. Beornwyn had been following a small band of Red Rock scouts over a channel between to lands for a couple hours now. He was surprised he managed to stay as unseen has he did, he thought the scouts would have for sure seen he by now, but he obviously wasn't hoping for that. He didn't have a death wish fortunately enough.


    The scouts seemed to keep under the cloud level, probably by a few hundred feet while Beorn was almost on the edge of the clouds incase they needed to get out of sight real quick. After a few more minutes of watching the group clattered with red cloth, Beorn rolled his eyes. Maybe it's not him they are after, maybe they are just on one of their typical scouting missions like he has seen before. He shook his head and patted Delemias shoulder, "Above the clouds and fly fast ahead of them" He said as quietly as he could with the dragon still being able to hear him. Delemia listened and responded, heading upwards and Hermes followed behind without question as they vanished into the dense cover. The dragons bolted forward through the sky, quickly gaining a head start on the Red Rockers, or one could only assume given the speed that they were going originally.


    Beornwyn adjusted the face cover over his nose, but a smile was hidden underneath. It was always an amazing sight to fly above the clouds; nothing to block out the sun, no rain to get hit with too if that was going on at the time. He always felt free and alive above the clouds, or at least more free and alive than he did on the ground that is. He kept his eyes forward but watched as the dragons did a very tame dance between one another, swaying side to side and just enjoying the easy flying above the clouds. Beornwyn sat back and relaxed, letting the dragons take control for now.


    But it wasn't too long before one of them pointed a new comer out. Beorn motioned for them to hide in the clouds but head towards the person. They dragons descended, the misty clouds wrapping around the dragons and Beorn as they headed forwards. Quietly they slipped by the person before swinging back around, possibly churning up some of the cloud cover on the surface. Slowly Beornwyn and the ambassadors rose from the clouds, Beornwyn was crouched on Delemias back and looked curiously to Sven. Hermes hovered next to them and watched Sven intently. Beorn tilted his head back slightly as he observed the rider and his dragon. It was odd, why would someone else be flying around these areas? There was no one else around except for- and that's when Beorns train of thought broke and came to realization with the help of the Red Rock scouts flying above the clouds and into sight behind Sven.


    "You're the one that they are after!" He shouted as Beorn readied the sword he had with him and got himself situated on Delemia, "If you can't fight then you better run rebel!" Beornwyn added on before pushing Delemia forward towards the scouts and past Sven with Hermes in tow. Shouts from the scouts could be heard a mile away;

    "There's that deserter! Grab him!" Followed along with, "And END this interloper!"

[Sven Vellyn]

Suddenly two large, dark dragons rose up from the clouds, circling him before blocking his path. Sven let out a small yelp in surprise, holding tightly onto the saddle as the Scuttleclaw frantically tried to stop. Braig let out a brave roar at the two bird-like dragons.

It was then Sven noticed something. There was another rider on that dragon! With his face somewhat concealed, he looked rather mysterious and Sven was defineitly leaning towards the 'this is a foe' side of the spectrum. The man said nothing, simply observing him. But that just made things worse, because it set Sven on edge. Just who was this guy? Uncle had never told him of airborne bandits or highwaymen.

Suddenly the man called out something, but over Braig's growls, the wind and the flapping of wings, he didn't catch much. "Rebel? But-" Suddenly the two dragons in coordination advanced and flew overhead, making Sven duck slightly in his seat. He then heard a different dragon roar.

He looked behind him and immediately felt light and strong heat - fire. Braig felt it too and quickly scrambled to avoid the sudden appearance of a Monstrous Nightmare in the sky. Before Sven knew it - it seemed the sky was full of dragons. It may have seemed like it, but Sven was conufsed and stressed, so things were slightly exaggerated. Also all the dragons were coming at him.

Braig took matters into his own hands and attempted some evasive manoeuvers. Sven had no idea who that mysterious individual was and where he was now, but he was more concentrating on keeping on his dragon. Braig span this way and that, up and down, trying to avoid dragons. Nadders were shooting spines and fire, as well as a couple of Monstrous Nightmares trying their hand with their gooey fire.

Braig was doing well for a dragon that had been flying for three days non stop. He could feel a slight recoil and a burst of green in front of him as Braig tried to retaliate himself with green fireballs. He managed to hit a nadder, but the fall was great enough for it to recuperate. Dragons were fireproof after all. A small burning figure plummeted from the dragon's back, however.

It was then when Sven managed to notice these guys were also riders, but they didn't look like the first man. They seemed a bit more prim and proper. And it struck him - it was the Red Rock guard! How did they find him so quickly? Sven didn't know about tracker dragons yet, after all.

"Braig, we need to escape! We can't fight these guys forever!" Braig seemed to agree but they were having a tough time escaping the fray, since they were the target. The Scuttleclaw tried to put on a burst of speed.

As they tried to leave Sven saw a Deadly Nadder flanking him. He saw it shoot it's spines in mid-air. "Dodge!" Sven cried, and Braig did a barrel roll, making Sven hold on as tight as he could, afraid to fall.

But something wasn't right.

There was a strangled cry. They were falling. Sven would have thought it was an evasive technique if it hadn't been for the way Braig's wings shuddered. He leaned over and saw it. Braig had three Nadder spines implanted in his chest. "BRAIG! NO!"

The dragon managed to crane it's head to look at Sven. If Sven had known better, the dragon was smiling. Sven would later realise the dragon sacrificed itself for him. The dragon's weight made Braig fall faster than Sven, and Sven frantically struggled as he felt himself detaching from the saddle. "BRAIGG!!!!!! BRAIG!!"

Sven yelled as he fell. He could see the limp body of his dragon beneath him, and the wind ripped at his clothing and face. They fell through the clouds, plunging them into darkness. Sven was terrified, insane levels of adrenaline pumping through him, but at the same time was quickly accepting his imminent doom.

So this was it. He had survived merely three days.

[Beornwyn Veen]

    Beornwyn knew what Red rock guards were like in the air, they liked to strike quick and from the sides if they could. They were a very dirty faction in the air, but Beorn was full aware of their little tricks and deceptions as this wasn't the first time he had run into them. He kept and eye on the small group as he darted towards them, keeping in mind that he wasn't just defending himself now, but the stranger that he seemed to take up arms for. How Beornwyn saw it, anyone who is an enemy of Red Rock; is a friend of his.


    Sword poised for strike and his body in postion, Beornwyn was almost lunged into the first guard with the help of Delemia. Beorn saw the guards slow reaction to switch sides to attack from right to left with the sword, Beorn took that to his advantage and swung his sword into the leg of the guard. He knew he hit his mark when he flew behind the guard and the dragon, but the bloody cry reassured Beorn that his hit was pretty deep. He ignored the now crippled rider and bounded off towards Hermes who was already harassing one of the guards on the back of a nadder.


    Red Rock guards typically came in groups of six or so, this one had five. Normally two nadders, a tracker; maybe two, and a captian which in this case was a nightmare. With one of the trackers already dealt with and Hermes on top of a nadder, that meant Beorn had a couple out of his sight. The primary dangers were the nadders and the nightmare, so where was the other nadder? Beorn knew he'd get around to it very soon so he dealt with the nadder ahead first. Hermes was being pretty vicious, which wasn't a surprise in this situation. She was lunging at every possible angle she could get at without getting retaliated against. Beornwyn grinned to himself as he held his sword down and grabbed a rock he kept in one of the saddle bags. He darted towards the nadder and aimed for the rider, if there was one thing that scouting parties seemed to dislike, it was strapping themselves in. Beorn had heard comments that it was easier for the guard to bail out and have the dragon catch them incase something happened, guards were trained to stay in the saddle properly while flying so the need for something to hold them in was unneeded most of the time.

    Beorn was going to play dirty here with the rock as he raised his arm back as he quickly approached the pre-occupied nadder and rider. "'EY" He shouted as he whipped the decently sized rock at the riders. The rider looked over in confusion before getting hit off the front of their helmet, but it was enough for them to reel back and fall right out of their saddle. The nadder screeched as Hermes continued to deal with it, and at this point the dragon would have had little chance at catching its rider. Beorn was impressed with himself so far, though they did have three more riders to deal with, and he soon figured where he was going next when he heard screaming from the side.


    With a glance to the side Beornwyn soon saw the problem he had to deal with. The rebel was thrown out of his saddle and the dragon he was riding was falling fast, it didn't take much to realize the scuttleclaw was dead at this point. "Hermes follow along!" Beornwyn yelled out as Delemia bolted towards the falling rebel. Beornwyn put his sword away and watched Sven intently as they closed in slowly. The clouds began to rush past them as they pasted through, blocking the vision ahead but Delemia and Beorn both knew they were still heading towards Sven. The clouds rolled past them and they soon popped up again in visible air, Sven was only a hundred feet away from them and the ground was getting covered rapidly. The channel below only showed a grim future for those who landed in its fridged depths.


    Beornwyn patted Delemias shoulder as they finally caught up to Sven, "Downwards, match his speed Del!" Beornwyn yelled out as they started a vertical descent to match up to Sven. Slowly they came up to Sven and Beorn reached out to grab him, "NO trying to kill me when I grab you eh!" He commented before he grabbed Sven and Delemia shot ninety degrees into a horizontal flight path. Beorn looked behind him and saw Hermes catching up to them, but they seemed to have fled from the guards for the times being. "Get us across the channel Delemia, land us somewhere near the coast!" He suggested before he looked at Sven, "You alright?" He shouted over the winds.

[Sven Vellyn]

Spinning and flailing out of control, the wind was screaming to loud for Sven to hear or even realise the strange man had returned. He suddenly felt something grab him and pull him onto something a lot more solid than the air he was riding.

Spinning and flailing out of control, the wind was screaming to loud for Sven to hear or even realise the strange man had returned. He suddenly felt something grab him and pull him onto something a lot more solid than the air he was riding.

Sven scrabbled to try and hold on better, but as he did so he cut his palms and knees on the Ambassador dragon's scales. The cuts were clean enough that he didn't feel it at first, but the sight of blood made him realise. "Aah! NO! I need to see Braig he-" It flustered him, and as the dragon quickly levelled out, the dragon's rigid spine dug into his middle, winding him.

The brief lack of air, coupled with the bloodloss, hunger and exhaustion was enough to knock Sven out. He went limp, draped over the dragon's body.

---

Sven remained unconscious for several hours as his body tried to recuperate what it could from the ordeal. He had no idea himself how long he had been out for, but the first senses that came to him was the feeling of cold and his hearing. Though it wasn't much he could hear ambient noises around him.

He tried to recall what happened. He was flying - then falling - then blackness. The memory pieced itself together little by little as he gained consciousness. Then he remembered. Braig. Braig got killed. His dragon -

"Hnngn - Braig.." Sven stirred before properly waking up. He found himself under some furs and rags as some kind of blanket. He was suddenly very afraid and alert - where was he? Had he been captured? "Braig! Where's-" He made a sudden movement, scrambling to his feet - but he was instantly met with a searing headache, and the sudden movement made him dizzy. He toppled back down where he had been sad. He also finally realised how exhausted he was. Sven was running on empty. He hadn't had a decent meal or sleep for three days, after all.

He clutched his head with one hand. In his mind, Sven had a thousand burning questions. Had he beens saved or captured? Where was he? Who was that mysterious stranger? How long was he out for? Was he in danger? Were among the few. But he had one major thing on his mind, and that was his dragon. Was he really dead? His thoughts were clouded and muddled. He didn't want it to be the case.

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OOC - idk what bee's doing or where they are so i left it pretty vague, heh. I always imagined they'd be in a cave or something but whatever thats up to you

[Beornwyn Veen]

    Beornwyn had managed to bring Sven into a dry cave quite a distance away from where their ordeal had taken place. He headed southward, hoping for much warmer weather, which wasn't a total bust as it was a few degree warmer it felt; and to get away from the Red Rock threat definitely, which also seemed to work out. He had brought himself and the dragons, along with their newfound guest into the cave and set up for the night. The sun was at this point setting, if not already down fully.

    Beorn kept himself busy as he tended to the basic stew he was making, nothing too fancy, but nothing bland as hell. The fire added additional warmth as it sat at the entrance to the cave to keep the smoke blowing out into the open air instead of suffocating them inside the cave. Beornwyn was finishing up with the food before he heard noises coming from behind him, human words to be more precise. He turned around and glanced over to Sven who seemed to be waking up now, covered up in the furs that Beorn had on him.

    "Look who decided to wake up." Beorn said with a smirk on his face as he poured some of the stew into a bowl and grabbed a wooden spoon from a small bag to put with the stew and bowl. He walked over with the food to Sven and looked down at him, "I know you probably have a billion questions to ask right now, but let me clarify before you start eating." He started as he made a gestured to the bowl in hand. "No, the food is not poisoned. No, you are not in danger by me or Delemia and Hermes over there. Yes, you do need food in you, so here." He said as he handed the bowl off to Sven and waited for him to take it, and once he did Beorn backed up a step or two to give a little space.


    With nothing covering his face, or head in general at this point, Beorns facial features were clearly visible. The bluey eyes, brushed back brown hair, the light facial hair and so on with what ever makes Beornwyn, Beornwyn.


    "Well.. If you want to start asking questions go ahead."

[Sven Vellyn]

Sven watched as his struggles had alerted the stranger. From the light of the fire he recognised the man’s clothes as the mysterious stranger from before. Indeed, a glint from the fire betrayed the two strange-looking dragons, that looked familiar to Sven but he couldn’t quite place where he had seen it before at the time.

He felt like he had been kicked by a horse. Still clutching his head, he watched suspiciously as the stranger approached, bowl in hand. Not soon after did he get the waft of food. Sven was ravenous, but he considered that there were more pressing matters at hand. The man was unveiled, and though the light was low he could pick out some features, but his figure was still dark with the fire behind him. He began to speak, and Sven picked up that he had the accent that people from the city used. He set things straight, but Sven still had a strong dose of distrust. Uncle had warned him of deceitful moves that Red Rock guards used to catch deserters.

He took the bowl, as it was insisted. His hands were shaking from weakness but the weight of the bowl seemed to stabilise him a bit. He didn’t object to the bowl warming his hands, but he didn’t eat just yet. Sven had been 3 days without proper food, so it smelled really, really good. But Sven wasn’t convinced. He swirled the broth with the spoon hesitantly. It was too dark to make out what was even in this, but he assumed it was some kind of stew from the smell.

The stranger asked if he had questions, to which Sven replied almost immediately, with a large frown: “Who the hell are you, and how do I know I can trust you?”

[Beornwyn Veen]

    Beornwyn watched Sven carefully, he knew that he would be greeted with hostility and distrust, even Beorn would have been so skeptical as he was. He brushed it off when Sven demanded to know - who the hell - he was and how he could trust him. Beorn gave a shrug of the shoulders and walked over to Delemia and Hermes to the side.


    "Name is Beornwyn Veen." He said plainly as he rubbed his hand along the male ambassadors face slowly, glancing over to Sven curiously, "Lets not be hostile. You should be grateful I saved your ass from those authoritarian servants back there." He added in.


    "The stranger is very sketchy of your actions Beornwyn. He wont take to trusting you very easily." Delemia guided Beorn in his thought process. It was no time for a screw up on the part of poor choice of vocabulary, one wrong word and Sven would likely never want to stick around, or at least he might try to murder Beorn in his sleep if he thought he was a spy by chance.


    "You say this as if I don't know of it already you pile of feathers." Beornwyn smirked as he snapped back at the dragon in its own mother tongue. He looked from the dragons to Sven again and clasped his hands together infront of him and smiled. "Look. Incase you're a little hazy on the details, I killed two or three of the six guards coming for you. Unfortunately enough your dragon... Briag I assume, didn't make it. Though he did manage to save you in the process.


    As Beornwyn spoke, his Irish originated accent was more than clear to the daftest of human beings hearing. His words were tugged and pulled at occasionally by the pronunciation thanks to the accent, but thankfully he wasn't like people who had accents so heavy you could never pick out what they were saying.

    
    "Again. I know you have a lot of questions. So please, do feel free to ask what you want from me and ill do my best to give you an answer."

[Sven Vellyn]

Sven watched coldly as the man introduced himself as Beornwyn Veen. As he ran his hand across the dragon's head he was reminded he was at the mercy of him and his very scary-looking dragons. He tried to convince him to not be hostile, but he wasn't on board with trustuing him just yet.

The dragon spoke, and Beornwyn replied in dragonese. Sven strained to listen, but he couldn't make out many words. He reverted back to english, taking on a very matter-of-fact-ly tone, which didn't really make Sven feel at ease at all. He hadn't really seen him killing the attackers, he had been too busy concentrating not falling off.

Then he spoke about his dragon. And confirmed his hazy memory. Sven slumped back in his seat slightly. Beornwyn had said that Braig had saved him... Was it true, though? He supposed he was stil alive... But his dragon wasn't.

Sven gave a heavy sigh and poked at the stew again. "I've lost everything..." The blow was so much he wasn't even sure himself how to feel. "Actually everything. Everything I care about..."

Sven realised that he was at an utter loss. He felt he no longer had any goal. What could he do now? He had a basic education and spent the majority of his life helping his father as a shepard. He had no real skills outside of that. But now he knew the Red Rockers were looking for him, he needed to find a way to lay low. That was a different story. Sven had no idea how to go about that. "Are the Red Rockers going to come back? ...How do I know you're not a Red Rock agent as well? You're obviously from the city, don't lie to me."

[Beornwyn Veen]

    Beornwyn listened solemnly as Sven made comment about how he had lost everything he cared about. Beorn frowned at the comment and looked to Delemia and Hermes and patted Delemias head again before turning away and walking over to the food.


    "Were well out of reach of the governments sight. I would have caught them tracking me if they were following. So no, they aren't coming back, not for a quite some time. He assured as he grabbed a spare bowl and got himself some food. He had been so caught up with trying to wait for Sven to wake up that he hadn't really gotten around to getting some food in himself.


    "Red rock is strange. You live there for a long time, everything seems normal. But the minute you leave everything becomes hostile. Yes, I lived in the city, I won't lie about that, but if I were an agent, at this point you'd likely be ten feet in the ground already." Beorn made comment as he grabbed a spoon and took a spoonful from the bowl and ate it. He walked back towards Sven, but sat down with the dragons across from him. "You truly don't need to worry about me."


    Beornwyn tried to choose his words fairly carefully. Not because he had anything to hide, or the fact he was trying to be secretive. But because he wanted to keep Sven in a fairly calm state of mind, well, as calm of a state as you can get once you figure out that your dragon had died for you. It must be pretty heartbreaking loosing your dragon, he didn't know what he would do in the case that he lost Delemia or Hermes.


    "I'm not going to say I know what you're going through, cause I really don't know. Closest thing I guess I could compare it to is leaving my family. Sure I travelled with other family that wasn't in my immediate family, but you tend to become homesick after awhile. Though I've learned to cope with it, there's way to much to see in the world to want to be stuck in one place all the time." Beornwyn made comment before eating another spoonful.


    "I never caught your name though."

[Sven Vellyn]

"Tracking - you mean they're after you too?" Sven asked as Beornwyn answered him. He watched as his 'host' also poured himself some food, and sat nearby him. He poked at his own bowl - it was cooling off, he better eat before it gets cold...

He decided to risk a bite - at this point he was so hungry and feeling weak, that the glimmer of hope that this guy might not be a Red Rock agent was enough to convince him the food wasn't riddled up with drugs or poisons. The stew was lukewarm by now, but to Sven it was the best thing he had tasted in a while. He knew after his lack of food for so long he shouldn't wolf down the food, so he took it slowly. His hand shook with weakness as he brought the spoon to his mouth.

He let beorn speak as he slowly ate. His pace faltered though as Beorn brought up his losses. He frowned, but the last part intrigued him So he was some kind of traveller? It would make sense for someone on the run, he supposed. "I wouldn't know."

Beorn asked for his name. If Beornwyn was still a threat, Sven figured he had nothing to lose, anyway. "I'm Sven. Sven Vellyn. I come from the countryside so... don't judge."

[Beornwyn Veen]

    Slowly Beorn was finishing off his bowl of food, and as he did he listened to the comments and questions that Sven added into their conversation. He raised an eyebrow and gave a slight nod of the head when Sven inquired about the tracking aspect.


    "That is true. I left Red Rock when I was fourteen with a couple of my family members. When they found out we left, they came searching for us. " Beorn stated. He took the last spoonful of food and ate it before placing the spoon back with the bowl and pushed it off to the side for now.


    Beornwyn gave off a soft smile though when Sven finally gave a name to him. He nodded his head once again, "Oh I don't judge about where people are from in Red Rock. I may be a city kid but I did spend a lot of time out in the country side. Maybe that's why your name sounds a little familiar, probably heard someone mention it before. But its nice to get a name from you Sven" He smirked and looked over to the dragons nearby.


    "Well.. Seems a little problematic for you doesn't it? You're technically still on the run for about, lets say the next week or so until Red Rock completely looses track of you. You're without a dragon unfortunately and you wont be able to get very far around these hills quickly." Beornwyn pointed out blatantly. He held up a finger before speaking again, "Though, these two do get a little bit boring after awhile." He made a gesture back to the ambassadors behind him, "I'm sure we wouldn't mind having you tag along with us for as long as you want. Hermes is without a rider, she's like any female ambassador, hot headed and aggressive, but if you two manage to hit it off she'll save your ass a thousand times over. Beornwyn laughed a bit at his own comment and put his hands back down in his lap.


    "So whatcha think?"

[Sven Vellyn]

Beorn gave a brief history of his own. Sven appreciated that he had spent time out of the city; in Red Rock there was a bitter rivalrry between those who lived in and out of the city. The city kids Sven had met had always been a hoity-toity lot, who had probably never got their hands dirty in hard labour before. Beorn didn't seem like them, but then again he had been out and about for a while too.

He began to explain Sven's situation, and what Red Rock was doing. Sven listened; he obviously knew what he was talking about. And Sven didn't exactly have any second opinion to go on anyway. He still had doubts, but the more Beorn spoke about what he knew and how to go about it, the more he could feel like he could rely on his words.

"Well. I'm dead then." Sven commented, at how he explained that in his current situation, he could easily get picked up by the scouts again. Beornwyn offered a solution.

Upon hearing her name, Hermes' crest flexed and she raised her head. She heard him offer her to the new human they had picked up earlier. She got up all of a sudden. "I get a human of my own?! Yes! Now we're even!" She playfully snapped at her partner. Then tried to snap for real at Beorn. "And hey! We're not boring! You're the one who slows us down, idiot." And then she turned to look at Sven.

After seeing the sleek, larger looking dragon react to what Beorn said, Sven suddenly felt rather intimidated. Compared to Braig, who was a large doofball, this dragon looked terrifying. It was like a sleek serpentine bird, and in the darkness, illuminated only by the fire, even more so. He could make out features such as the strange feathers, that he didn't know yet weren't feathers at all. He flinched as she almost attacked Beorn. Then she looked at him. Intently.

Sven suddenly felt very pale and shrank a little in his seat as the dragon approached to investigate him. Seeing how this 'Hermes' had treated its partners he suddenly felt like he was at the dragon's mercy. He seriously considered himself dragon chow just then. He froze as she sniffed him, batting him this way and that as she nudged him. Thankfully she gained more interest in Sven's unfinished bowl, easily spilling the remains onto the floor and lapped up the rest.

Sven looked and felt a mix of disheartened and distraught. "I.. hadn't finished that... But okay." He said quietly. He tried to put a hand out to see if he could touch her. Sven saw the dragon's pupil move to notice, and Sven quickly retreated his hand as her scales rippled, something he was not expecting at all. Hermes backed off as well, not before screaming at him. He winced. He didn't expect the dragon to let it be touched by someone she didn't know.

Sven suddenly gushed as the exhilarating experience washed over him. "...She's not trained? You didn't train her? What's up with those...feathers? Or are they scales? I can't tell."

[Beornwyn Veen]

    Beornwyns attention was caught by the ambassador who began to speak behind him. He heard Hermes making comes about how she finally got a human and that Delemia and her were even now. Delemia looked at her and tilted his head a bit and squawk at her, "What is with you and this competition of getting a human. Its just a human pfft."


    Soon Beorn watched Hermes get us and walk over to Sven, getting up in his face before taking a little more interest in the food that laid in the bowl. He rolled his eyes and laughed a bit at the reaction. He continued watching, watching as Sven tried to get Hermes to cooperate for a moment, but it didn't work. Hermes just puffed herself out and screamed before retreating back to Delemia. After a moment he heard Sven start asking questions.


    "Nope. She is not trained unfortunately enough. That's why she's kind of a twit. " He said as he looked over his shoulder to Hermes off to the side, "And don't argue with me on that you." He laid out to Hermes pretty quickly before looking back to Sven again, "Only reason she's with Delemia and I is because they are partners, so cant really leave one without the other." Beorn pointed out and gave a shrug of the shoulders before starting to carry onto other questions.


    "They're both feathery and scaly. Its a defence thing obviously, and though she shouldn't do it, just try not to get in her way if she's flipping out on something. Same thing goes with Delemia, don't need to getting hurt for no reason. " The suggestion may have made Sven a little more weary about the dragon than he already was, but he needed to know anyways.


    "If you want another bowl of food feel free to grab yourself some."

[Sven Vellyn]

Hermes snapped at Delemia for his comment. "You never share him! Now we won't have to share anymore, not like you let him on me. You're an ass, Delemia." She then heard Beorn's comment and hissed, at him, even though he told her not to. The Ambassador just hissed louder until it wasn't really a hiss anymore but an intimidating rattle.

This was enough to put Sven on edge. "Erm..." He gulped. He had to ride that thing. Sven felt like the chances of him befriending that dragon was even lower than him walking back into Red Rock and not getting arrested on sight. "I see..." He replied quietly.

Sven paused for a moment watching the dragons. "Do you know how to, er, train one of these dragons? Like, so I can make friends with her." He didn't know if Uncle's teachings were applicable to all dragons. "I don't really want to lose a limb or get set on fire or something."

Beorn allowed Sven to help himself. He could feel his appetite returning, so he made a move to get up. Simultaneously, the dragons snarled at him, and getting up so suddenly made his head spin. He hadn't totally recovered from his escapades. He managed to sit down again before his body toppled over.

"I think I need a moment before I get up properly. I feel like I've been headbutted by a ram." He clutched his head with one hand as the headache quickly returned to full strength.