Bad-bad-bad-bad-bad, she repeated in her head over and over. Fool, fool - you know this is what happens when you magnify your senses too much too soon!

Plan. Now.

She went limp, letting her wings hand by her sides. "How did I..." she stammered. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going... it's just been a long day - please forgive me."

Unthreatening, no signs of any more trouble... hopefully she could get out of this dragon's grip and back on track to her mission as soon as possible. She didn't need to get into a fight - she didn't need to make her headache even worse by erasing this dragon from existence. Just leave him and his partner alone, and-

Wait, she blinked. Golden Flame Bearer? Skaaul? Are his teeth glowing?!

She might not know much, but she had definitely heard of the Golden Flame Bearer. The story of the young, thieving son of a mighty lord got everywhere - even inside a tight-security young dragon training facility.

Get out of his grip, ask questions later, fool, she yelled silently at herself. You haven't concentrated on your senses in a while, you knew this would happen. Your not thinking straight enough for a fight, especially with the Golden Flame Bearer.

Cesura's ears perk up suddenly as she hears small scrabbling noises. She stands up and looks around, her keen eyes having no problems in the dark. She spots it, a mouse, small prey but still edible. She quietly stalks closer, and closer, and closer until pounce! She caught the small creature in her sharp, serrated claws. She took it back to the fire where she proceeded to strip off the fur and take out the intestines where any parasites or harmful bacteria would be. She then put it on a stick and propped it up by the fire to cook.

(Feel kinda bad that you're RPing on your own >.< Elenor'll go and find your note at the town hall ASAP, no worries. I was just trying to make the time taken to find Cesura realistic~)

(no worries it's ok! Cesura spends a lot of time alone anyway >.<)

He growl threatningly but comply at Zillia's demand and reluctently releass his grasp on the other female neck but didn't stop his fire in case she was going to try anything. " I can reconize a fighter looking for someone enough to know that you are not here for coffe, if you are working for my father follow my advise, leave, escape from him while you still can."

Zilla laughed nervously. She looked at Skaaul. She didn't think that this dragon was working for his dad as he had said. Um, s-sorry about him. Uh, just do me a favor and don't tell anyone you saw him. She said in a hushed tone. She pulled a coin out of her pouch and offered it to her in hopes that it might help keep her silent about the encounter. She smiled awkwardly.

Cesura took the mouse-kebab and blew it off before she ate it. It was a rather meager meal but she wanted to make sure she didn't run out of the other food she had before this snow storm blew over.

So he's as cunning as the stories make him out to be. Deal with it, Elenor hisses silently in her head.

She moves into a stance so she'll be able to somewhat avoid any further attacks he makes. She rubs her neck, baring her teeth at Skaaul. "I'm not here to kill you, and I need not escape from anyone. Follow my advice, kid," - she growls quietly, even though he's probably the same age as her, if not older - "you see what you think is a fighter, don't make an enemy of them."

She taps her claw thoughtfully on the ground as she glares at all of the onlookers, one by one, silent wrath in her eyes. One by one they glance away.

"You'll see me again sometime, when I repay the favour," she pats her neck pointedly. "You're obviously on the run from your father. It won't be hard to find you."

What he doesn't know is that she logged his scent the second he started choking her with his tail. That would be his downfall - he didn't even know the start of it.

She ignored the dragoness. Elenor didn't need coins, and had been taught to reject bribery anyway.

She swept away and out of the door without another word. She was doing that a lot... but that didn't matter. She was going to have to try another tactic to find her target. But first... she needed time to think.

Elenor wandered around, contemplating her situation. She knew the whereabouts of the infamous Skaaul, that information wasn't something to discard. She could manipulate it to her advantage... she just wasn't quite sure how. She had been trained to report this sort of thing back to her master. Maybe she would tell Kona then, she would know what to do.

She stopped, realising she was in some sort of courtyard. There was a board with all sorts of notes and things on it, which she peered at. A moment of calm had helped dull the throbbing of her headache, but only proper rest and something to eat would get rid of it entirely.

Her eyes locked on a particular notice, that she snatched from the board and read again.

~
Want one less dragon to deal with? Come to the big oak tree next to the bridge that leads outside of the city at night. Bring gold.
~

Hah! The very place she had slept this morning. Foolish, foolish dragon, to post her whereabouts so clearly.

She ripped up the notice and shot into the sky, looking around. Oh... being able to fly around without a care in the world... she still hadn't gotten used to the utter feeling of freedom. She had flown when she was a child, obviously - but indoors, and always for training only. Not for fun.

She made her way to the tree, scanning the area first. Didn't appear to be anyone here. She flew to the base, poking around. Had there been a fire here? She wasn't sure.

She hadn't noticed yet that it was snowing.

Cesura paused in the middle of eating hearing wingbeats outside. she put on her cloak and quickly put the fire out in the cave making sure there was no smoke. She sat in the darkness but she could still see clearly if anyone or anything came in.

" You should have let me take care of that pest while i had her in my grasp... at this point it dosn't realy matter if i have a bit of blood on my hands." He mutter, glaring at the door. He was stuck in a kill or be kill situation where he would only have a chance to hope for a better futur once he became a monster to his familly eyes anyway, he had to be ready to fight and win at any times.