"Ah! Uh, thank you." Ember smiled as best she could, taking the swan and tucking it back into her satchel.

Tsun raised his talons to his forehead, sighing. "I'll pay the family." He turned to the little dark dragon with a curious gaze. "What's your name? You're not in trouble here with me."

"It's not trouble with you I'm worried about," she muttered, casting her gaze back to the marketplace where fire was spreading from her explosion. Someone was bound to follow them - to want revenge. And that put Kona in danger. Seen as Elenor was still guarding her and hadn't been decommissioned yet, that was her responsibility. "Won't someone follow and try to get back at Kona? And you too, now we've all been seen together. Will money fix it?"

She didn't tell them her name - again, not that she really had noticed or was doing it deliberately.

"Little dragon, you have no idea how many dragons are on my tail." Ember barked.

"So she still doesn't know, even after all that," Tsun tapped his chin, amused. "No, no one will be after Kona. They'll all be after Blood."

Ember scoffed. "It was a vendor selling precious metals. I won't be the only case of theft here after this."

"My work has made me wealthy," Tsun went on. "Money, cows, jems, whatever they'll take. My word is valued highly. I take it the vendor thought you were a scam?"

"Always do," Ember said, winking at the fear and concern in the dark dragon's icy eyes. "Friends in high places."

"Nothing will come of it." Tsun waved. "Theft happens weekly with this one on the loose. They'll take the fire as an accident from a startled passerby or in the vendor's defense."

She wrinkled her snout but said nothing. Friends in high places solved a lot of things - this Tsun should be treated with respect then. No need to hide... he would hide them.

And this Blood... a nickname of Kona's. To... deter those from the past. Elenor still felt like there was something she was missing here, but maybe Kona might tell her eventually. She still needed someone to watch her back. Tsun wouldn't always be there to help to vouch for her - and there would always be a time when, no matter how skilled you were, you needed someone to back you up.

She rubbed at her temples. She kinda wished that she had been able to join the fight - though it hadn't really looked like much anyway. She had been spoiling for a tussle ever since she got here. She could certainly use with a bit of practice - she didn't want her training to get rusty. She'd been taught by fighting masters from all over the world; that wasn't training she wanted to forget.

Skaaul stayed unaware of what had happen on the other side of the plaza, probably some loser setting fire to a shop by sneazing or somthing stupid like that. His eyes were caugh by a familiare shape in the crowd, that crazy lady was there too apparently. He roll his eyes, she looked as lost as ever, who was she talking to anyway her imaginary friend ?

She sat off to the side for a few minutes till she remembered what she was doing before. She then pulled out a little bag of coins and started towards a nearby flower shop. She looked around the shop, choosing some blue flowers that matched her scales and some red flowers. After paying for the flowers, she started walked back in the direction of the graveyard. She was no longer talking to herself though. The gloomy look came back over her face.

Tsun looked at her. "You know, we could find you a job. If you'd want it. Although your priorities might need some work," he chuckled. "Seeing you have no idea what you got yourself into. It'd be best for you to find a good life away from us." He smiled. Ember only snorted.

He nods, sighing. "Very well. Do you know where they are?"

This time he followed her, justifyiing his action by the fact that she looked unstable enough to try to just kill herself or be a danger to others.

She stumbled back into the graveyard. After searching through it, she found his grave again. She laid the flowers there. She let out a little content sigh. She curled her tail around herself and sat there, watching the gravestone, almost as though she was expecting something to happen.