'Til the Silver Moon Rises [Closed]

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And so it was, after arriving at her new abode, that Silver would find herself at a bit of a loss for words. Far from home, in new land that she hadn’t explored. Of course, it was she that had chosen such an unfamiliar location.

Life had been nothing but discomfort whilst living with her parents in the Etcan Mountains. Day in and day out, her time there was filled to the brim with uncomfortable little greetings and conversations with her mother. All the while her father simply remained quiet and stared at her from time to time.

This cave, purchased by their gold, was to be both a farewell gift, and her only means of getting them out of her life.

Silver knew her belongings were likely still being delivered to her new home, so there was no reason to retire indoors just yet whilst the sun was still beating between her pale white wings. Lifting her head in a regal manner, the jewel decorated dragon reached into a pouch on her front leg and withdrew a small hand mirror.

Luckily, the flight here hadn’t necessarily been the worst on her. Her eyelashes looked as well-kept as ever, her silver diamond earrings were shiny enough to blind a dragon three miles away, and the silver bracelet around the base of her tail still had all its glittering sapphires encrusted into it. Despite being a bit conservative with the jewelry (by her own standards), she felt she looked adequate enough to make good first-impressions with whomever she were to meet in the nearby village.

Tucking the mirror away once more, Silver turned and sauntered toward the village she’d seen on her way to her new home.

The Aeria Mountains were said to be more populated than what she was used to. It would be an interesting place to meet new faces.

Shula leaped up onto Silver's back as she spread her wings, listening to the wind whooshing as they extended from her sides. Scrambling up her shoulder, she sat on the base of her neck, which arched as Silver flapped her wings and took to the air. She herself couldn't fly, but she was used to being up in the air, so she didn't panic. Hitching rides in lots of satchels would do that to you.

At Silver's words, Shula would stiffen with shock. I owe you my life.. Such a sentence suddenly put, for a moment, a weight on her chest that stole her breath from her. For a moment, the hatchling was silent, but then, she'd smile. "It was nothing," she shrugged. "Don't worry about it!" Using her talon, she kept tugging upwards, gesturing for her to climb. Once they were sufficiently high, she spoke.

"Okay, you can fly straight now." She glanced around. "There's the mountains!" Leaning over so she could see the ground, she gingerly pulled Silver's talon in the direction of the snow-capped peaks.


The wind in her face was a sensation she had always adored. Glancing behind her, Shula searched for any pursuing bandits for a moment before she appreciated the wind. Closing her eyes for a moment, she sighed, resting her head on Silver's shoulder.

"That was cool." She grinned for a moment. Then, it faded as a somewhat-grim expression replaced the joyful one. "Are adventurers supposed to be scared? Because.. I was. I was very scared." The hatchling suddenly felt guilty, ashamed. Adventures weren't supposed to be scared. They had to be brave to save their friends. In the stories, they were fearless warriors who were courageous beyond all odds, she hadn't been brave. She'd been scared.

Shula let out a sigh, watching as the slumbering mountains approached. "I'm tired."

Even after the long journey that she’d traveled to get to the Aeria Mountains, Silver still felt unnatural when she flew. When she could, she preferred to stay on the ground, or even better, travel via luxury transportation. Carts with pillows were usually her favorite.

Today, though, she was flying. If that wasn’t weird enough for her, she was flying whilst a hatchling clung to her back. The added weight was a little odd, but most of the discomfort came from how warm the youngling’s scales felt—most likely due to the fact the Silver was actually very cold to the touch.

She didn’t care much about the uncomfortable conditions, however. All that she cared about was the fact that she was no longer in the bandit camp.

“It was nothing,” Shula responded, “don’t worry about it!”

Oh but she would. Silver had found someone truly loyal to her, who would risk life and limb to ensure she was okay. Such a dragon deserved a lot more than the usual repertoire of lies and deceit that the ice dragon dealt to most. She deserved truth and trust...which was a lot to Silver.

“Okay, you can fly straight now,” Shula informed. After a brief pause she exclaimed, “there’s the mountains!”

Slowly but surely Silver’s vision had returned to her. She could see where she was going now, but kept her talon with Shula regardless.

The mountain they were now flying towards was where the white-scaled dragoness now lived. A cave that was safely tucked away, perhaps the ideal spot for the time being.

“That was cool,” Shula said with comfort while she rested her warm head on Silver’s shoulder. After another moment of silence, the hatchling continued, “are adventurers supposed to be scared? Because...I was. I was scared.”

Looking over her shoulder at the dragonet, Silver offered a small smile. “Adventurers feel fear on a regular basis,” she replied, “that is perhaps what motivates some of them to keep going. For example, the reason you were able to follow those bandits so stealthily was probably because you were afraid of being caught. Or the reason you came to my aid was because maybe you feared what they were going to do with me.”

Looking forward once again, Silver’s smile faded. “You just have to remember, as scared as you are, that just means you have to be that much scarier to everything else.” A few thoughts shot through the ice dragoness’ mind at that point, memories of when she lived in the Etcan Mountains.

One memory in particular stood out, when she was being harassed by another dragoness who kept insulting the jewelry she wore. Demeaning her in front of others. It was perhaps the first time Silver had realized the power behind becoming feared, especially after she carefully architected that dragoness’ demise. Afterwards, she went after anyone who had laughed at her attire. Dragon by dragon, she either killed, maimed, or ruined their lives.

It was a harsh way to react to remarks that were better off ignored...but Silver didn’t care. She always got what she wanted, and her skewed view of justice was no exception.

Shula’s voice snapped her out of her train of thought. “I’m tired,” she said.

“I have no doubt about that.” Silver slowly started to descend as they got closer and closer to the mountains. “When we first met, you told me that you were looking for food. Unless you stopped for a meal while I was asleep, I do not think you have eaten for some time.” Her eyes scanned the ground beneath them, looking for familiar landmarks, and her cave. “Once we land, we should rest and eat. Regain our energy for the flight to the Stormcallers.”  

With a small bit of joy, Silver spotted her cave a short ways in the distance. She stopped flapping her wings and went into a glide. The ground rose up to meet them before too long, and she landed with practiced grace, barely making a sound.

“It is unfortunate that we lost our treasure. I may have to come up with a plan to get it back...but that is for another time,” Silver waved her talon dismissively. “Let us go inside.”

The ice dragoness walked toward her cave. The entrance was wide enough for about seven dragons to enter side by side, and tall enough that she didn’t feel too claustrophobic.

Inside was perhaps not what one would expect from a cave. Pillows and blankets were sprawled all across various locations of her abode. Large cushions were gathered in the center, making an ample sleeping spot for even a dragon that was twice Silver’s size. Torches lined the wall, keeping everything well-lit and comfortably ambient.

All across the floor, one would see random scatterings of gold and silver coins. Against the walls of the cave, there were piles of gems stacked about as high as Shula herself. They were organized meticulously. Sapphires were gathered with sapphires, rubies with rubies, even diamonds with other diamonds.

This place screamed luxury, a clear window into Silver’s personality and lifestyle.

Flying had never felt so good. Especially considering the circumstances they had just been under. For a moment, Shula wondered why she'd done it. She knew it'd been dangerous, her hatchling mind unable to realise that she'd put her life in danger, and probably foolish. So why'd you do it? Asked a tiny voice, whispering into the inside of her ear with such curiosity Shula had to find the answer.

She looked at Silver, peering at the back of her head for a moment. Was it the fact that Silver shared the same interests as her? Was it just the fact she found her intriguing, mysterious, and otherworldly beautiful? No. It was.. Hm. Was it affection? Almost immediately, something clicked.

Yes. Shula had formed a connection with Silver the moment she realised they both liked to 'borrow' things. Was it now a friendship? She hoped so. She really liked Silver. She was fun and exciting. Maybe we can go on more adventures.. To places far away! Steal foreign treasures and sneak through dusty caves guarded by monsters to find their trinkets!

"Adventurers feel fear on a regular basis,” Silver replied, “that is perhaps what motivates some of them to keep going. For example, the reason you were able to follow those bandits so stealthily was probably because you were afraid of being caught. Or the reason you came to my aid was because maybe you feared what they were going to do with me.” For a while, Shula contemplated her words.

"Yeah.. You're right." She blinked as she suddenly became a bit upset. "I thought they were going to do the most horrible of things to you.. Had I been big and strong I


Silver's scales felt cool to the touch, and where Shula's talons were pressing into her back a sort of mist was evaporating from the contact. Uh oh. She slowly lifted a back leg and realised faint marks were starting to appear. She'll kill me!

"Uh.. Silver?" she gulped. "Please don't be mad.. Please? But I think I'm too warm for your back.. I've made little patches on your scales. I'm very sorry!" She felt terrible. However, when she left that spot along for a bit, she found the marks quickly faded from Silver's natural temperature. Her own paws were turning pale. I need to learn to fly when I'm older.

“You just have to remember, as scared as you are, that just means you have to be that much scarier to everything else." Shula tilted her head for a moment, then nodded in agreement, making a 'hm,' sound.

Silver sympathised with her exhaustion, and even mentioned eating. At the thought of food, Shula would hum with longing. She nodded eagerly as they descended in a graceful glide towards the cave. Even from here, Shula could see the torches, the quickly darkening sky making the place gleam like fire.

As Silver walked towards it, she mentioned the treasure, a subject that made Shula's tail twitch. "It was our stuff to begin with! We went to the trouble of stealing it, so why should they reap the.. Reap the.. Rewards?" she said in a tone of anger, struggling for a moment remembering the word 'rewards.'

Oh gods, the cave was huge. It was like a king's palace! Pillows were scattered across the floor, torches lining the walls. Shula appreciated the feeling of sitting on Silver's back for a moment longer, before she hopped down onto the ground with a soft 'thud.'

Coins of different colours collected on the ground, a sight that made the magpie within stir. She gazed at the walls, looking at her reflection in the tall groups of sapphires and gems gathered in the rock. "Wow.." she whispered, glancing around herself. "This is a place where a princess could live."

Letting out a childish giggle, Shula leaped into one of the blankets, drawing some of the pillows to her so she could cuddle them. She grinned between the thin gap of two pillows at Silver, now completely concealed save for the tip of her snout, which poked out like a sore thumb against the soft colours of the pillows. "They're so cozy!" she exclaimed, hugging them fiercely.

After a moment or two, Shula would relax, curling up under her safe cocoon of fabric, and close her eyes. Just like that, she was out like a light, her soft snores the most obvious indication of that.

Silver, once again, couldn’t fight back the smile at being compared to a princess. Such a compliment always seemed to appease her, as it was one of her deepest desires. She had plenty of wealth, but the power of royalty always seemed to be just out of her grasp.

Just as she turned to Shula to point out where the food was, she noticed that the hatchling had already buried herself up to her snout in pillows. A sweetly predictable gesture of a dragonet that’d had a long day.

Silver pined to rest as well, but decided against it when she realized just how dirty she’d gotten from the camp. She’d be remiss if she dirtied her home with blood and mud.

The ice dragoness whisked over toward a large tub that she kept off to the side. It was constantly overflowing with water from a stream that ran out of the wall. The water was especially cold, which made Silver eager to climb inside.

As the water overflowed, it followed a slant in her cave that led back outside. Where it went after that, the white dragoness did not care.

Silver removed her jewelry and set it off to the side. Then, with a bit of trepidation, she eased herself into the cool bath. After letting her body grow accustomed to the temperature, she proceeded to wash her scales free of the day. All the while she hummed the same song she heard the bandits singing.

After making her scales as pristine as she wanted, and ensuring the marks that Shula had left had faded away, Silver walked over toward a pile of pillows closest to the one Shula had collapsed into. By the sound of her snoring, the young one had fallen fast asleep.

While Silver wanted to sleep as well, she couldn’t. So instead she busied herself by dragging a large chest in front of her resting spot, and proceeding to lay out various combinations of jewelry she’d planned to wear for the next few days.

Going to the Stormcallers sounded very interesting indeed. Perhaps once Shula was awake, she could inquire about what gems were seen as the most beautiful in that tribe. First impressions would be critical if she wanted to befriend others.

For now, though, she simply organized and hummed. A usual past time for her during the moments of restlessness. Every so often she’d steal a glance at her guest just to ensure she was okay.

Silver hadn’t enjoyed another’s company for quite some time. Shula was indeed a rare gem that she was very happy to have stumbled upon. The thought of going on even more adventures with her sounded...ideal. The two of them stealing and scheming their way to untold riches. This would be a far better life than what she grew up with in the Etcan Mountains.

“Sleep well, little fire bird,” Silver murmured, “you have a grand life ahead of you. I will see to it.”

(I think this would be a good cut-off point for this thread if that’s fine with you :3 perhaps we could start another one with either their travel or arrival to the land of the Stormcallers? Or we could stop it here and do an RP another time if you wish.)

(Sure thing! And yes, let's do the Stormcaller thread!

Since you're after posting, do you want me to start the new topic?)

(Sure! Go right ahead.)