Huh. That is weird. I thought it was a different language. I mean I dont know said language I speak of very well, but I notice a few little bits and pieces. Zilla mumbled. She scrunched up her nose. This was getting rather confusing.

" It was a language at some point from what i remember but somthing happen and it was more or less assimilated as a code later on, in theory there could be people still talking it if they are coming from far away but i can't be sure of that."

Huh. So you know a little? Where could we find more information to better translate it? She asked. She paused. We should probably not sit in the middle of town. Especially with what we are talking about. She whispered.

He shuckle " Yea, you are right i got distracted there ... Let's go 'home' then." He said, speaking about the dry spot in the marsh they were in yesterday, it was isolated and full with confilcting smell in case anyone was trying to track them down that way.

She smiled. Ill race ya there! she said with a child like excitement. She grabbed her stuff then flew off towards the marsh as fast as she could.

He smirk and follow her, even if he had plan to let her win in the end didn't mean he wasn't going to make the game chalenging for her.

Zilla giggled. She turned her head to look back at Skaaul, causing her to slow down a bit. She then focused ahead again flying as fast as she could. She knew they were drawing close to the marshes and therefore flew faster.

Elenor's head whipped up as she heard far-off, rapid wingbeats - unlike the normal, relatively slow wingbeats that were normal for dragons flying places. She darted up onto the roof of a nearby building, maximizing her hearing and sweeping her ears back and forth.

There! Off in the distance, two specks were racing to the edge of the city. Definitely not normal for a pair of dragons to be rushing away from the city. Was this her prey? Most likely.

She leaped from the building, gliding and hopping from roof to roof to be quieter and less obvious. It was time for the hunt.

She looked back to where she had left Cesura - the assassin would do fine without her.

He smile and speed up a bit so it woudn't look like he was letting her win. He was happy, soon he would finaly be able to recover the knowlege of the golden flame, after all this time seeing it as a burden now he had a chance to see what it truely was, the gift of an ancien king. Part of him was nagging him that somthing bad would happen, that the situation was too good to be true but just for once, he woudn't listen that part of him, not after all he had endured to be there today.

Zilla came to a stop in their dry spot in the marsh. Oh, I thought you were gonna beat me mister perfect! She teased. She set down the book and her notebook. She knew he had let her win, even though he had tried to hide that fact. but still planned to give him a hard time about it.