Ayesha shakes her head,"We don't care who you are, or what you've done before. We care about the fact that you killed two of our clan." There were murmurs of agreement, and a few protests and yelling began to break out. Some of the newbies wanted revenge for the deaths of the men. "Ryan and Arne didn' deserve that!" Ayesha hears Arne's wife call out,"He didn' do nothin' wrong!" Ayesha turns her head, silencing the protests. "Enough!" At once, the protests die down. Ayesha turns her gaze back on the girl,"Everyone here has a past, some share it, and some refuse to share it. We don't judge and we don't care." Ayesha welcomed in anyone, she gave them a chance to start over, or if they wanted she allowed them to leave. Most chose to stay, while some chose to leave.

Ayesha shakes her head, chuckling slightly. However she says nothing more on the subject. Some called it weakness, indeed, but together they were a hell of a fighting force. Knowing that they had people who had their backs. Not having to be on edge every day and night, wondering if someone was about to turn them in and stab them in the back. It had taken a few, like Arne, a few years to get use to having people to rely on. But even the hard headed Arne grew to love being part of the Ghosts. Ayesha inclines her head, simply responding,"You're welcomed to your own opinions." Chaos flicks an ear as he meets the she-wolf's gaze, holding it. His bright green eyes fierce, and protective over his human companion.

Ayesha inclines her head at the young girl's acknowledgment of the fact what she had just done was indeed punishable by death in many places. Ayesha chuckles,"You believe that we want something from you? That we offer you this and we have some kind of motive." Despite the tense situation, there was a chuckle that rang out across the clan, they were beginning to relax. Ayesha shakes her head,"You're wrong." The leader gestures around to her clanmates,"Everyone here came from the main land. All running from something or someone." Alva nods, she ran from her father.

"I offer them all the same thing. Stay one night, eat, sleep, get clothes. Then decide the next morning if you want to still leave. Those who want to leave are escorted beyond the walls and they leave. Those who choose to stay are welcomed within the walls, and treated as family." Ayesha glances at Alva, then back to the girl. "We believe in starting over, we believe in second chances. We aren't here to want a damn thing from you. We're here to offer our hospitality." Ayesha raises an eyebrow, amusement flickering through her eyes. "Though we've never had anyone quite make an entrance like that." Meaning no one's ever arrived killing any of the Ghosts.

The clan relaxes even more as the girl puts her blade away, though some were still weary. Ayesha dismisses them,"Go home. We will finish unloading the ship later. Astrid, Erik, Sten, Yrsa. Get Ryan and Arne's body and prepare them for a funeral." Ayesha's gaze flickers to the girl,"If she does not mind you four coming so close?" It was a question, if the girl didn't want them that close, Ayesha would order them to wait a little longer before retrieving the bodies. The four the Ghosts' leader named, steps forward, awaiting both the girl and their leader's response. While everyone else trickled away, back towards either what they had been doing or back to their houses.

Bjorn had begun to fall asleep, his head resting on Ayesha's chest, and his hands curled against her chest as well. Ayesha was slightly swaying to keep the young one asleep, even though she knew he was a strong strong sleeper. Ayesha saw the young girl relax ever so slightly, and she saw the brief smile that crossed the girl's face. Ayesha had a feeling, that the young girl would accept, as she introduced herself.

"Nice to meet you Billie."

Billie Ryan Kline

As much as Billie simply wanted to throw her knife at this woman and aim right at her throat, Billie would stand there and simply listen with some sort of respect. She listened for a moment, a scoff emitting from her mouth. She heard the murmurs and then the yelling, but Billie simply stood her ground. It wasn't in her right to kill those men, no, so why not just kill her right then and there? Billie was small, outnumbered, and Lukarta wouldn't be able defend off everyone, but her loyalty would in fact lay with Billie no matter what - even if it costed her life. "If you care about the fact that I killed two members of your clan, then why not torture me or kill me? There must be laws within your little group, right? Even if I didn't know them, I would still be punished as I am on your land after all." Billie stated, hearing the woman say how the man she killed didn't do anything wrong.

"He sure as hell didn't do anything wrong, but out here, it's always life or death - no in between." Billie said, her jaw tensed. She heard the protests. People would be out for her the moment she decided to stay the night, and it wouldn't end well knowing that the woman who stated that the man she murdered in cold blood didn't do anything was probably the wife. Billie could care less though, it wasn't her problem and her blank stare made that obvious. She looked towards Ayehsa, feelings a sense of peace as the protests died down. She's powerful, Billie thought, and able to make her people listen to her. Billie could assume those people trusted her and believed in her as a leader. That was something Billie thought she could believe in, but in the end, everybody turns their back on you sooner or later.

Billie embraced the silence that the crowd had caused. It wasn't awkward, but rather it was peaceful and made her feel content. She sniffled slightly, her pale eyes still steady on Ayesha. Her eyes were heavy, obvious she hadn't slept properly at all. She nodded, hearing Ayesha say everyone was entitled to their own opinions. That was something they could at least agree upon.

"It wouldn't surprise me if you did want something from me - I'm hunted cause I have a gift and a curse. People tend to find that valuable, but also punishable because the mainland is filled with fucked up people," Billie said, furrowing her eyebrows slightly as she realized she might have said too much. "My name can cause riots." She said more quietly, slightly ashamed. She had no control over what was in her blood, but it was something that would be a part of her, and she couldn't help that. Billie exhaled deeply.

"You offer me - a wanted girl and a murderer - in your house? That seems pretty stupid if you ask me, but remember? No judgement," Billie spoke with a cold tone. None of this was reasonable, despite Ayesha simply wanting to help her. Billie didn't really need help, it seemed like nobody on Alclary was aware of what Billie is until she just now spoke of it. She shrugged and wrinkled her nose. "Offering hospitality will get you killed," Billie said, remembering her brother. Same thing happened to him on the mainland. All that man wanted to do was help a poor girl, a bit older than Billie, and he was murdered.

Billie huffed, eyes narrowed on Ayesha. "I'll stay for the night, and think about staying for longer until I get my shit figured out." Billie finally said, Lukarta relaxing as Billie did not too long ago. Some of the others were stille wary of Billie once she put her knife away, but she nodded a yes as Ayesha asked if the others could approach her to prepare bodies for a funeral. Billie would not be attending - it was the smart move in her mind. Who knows what else she could start. Billie began walking forwards, moving past the men and the body. "Other one is in the belly of the ship," Billie said to those the leader ordered, her eyes glinting with slight tears. Not of fear, not of remorse - but of remembrance.

Billie now stood much, much closer to Ayesha, Lukarta standing next to her companion and looking at Chaos with a harsh look and a warning, basically saying stay in your lane. Billie looked up at the older woman.

"Thanks for welcoming a murderer into your home."

Life or death

That's how it was, on the mainland. This was not the main land, and they were not of any kingdom. They had different rules here. Ayesha shrugs,"Maybe. But our rules are a little more loose." The leader explains,"We're not much on the punishment side. The worst punishments here, is cleaning, or helping the cooks. Children punishments." They didn't have any jails, no killing. They had weapons for hunting, or for any mainlanders who tried to invade and steal their things. Each and every Ghost had grown to love the dragons and wolves and defend them with their life.

Amusement sparkles in Ayesha's gaze,"Magic is no curse here. Those who have it, embrace it." She herself was an air-controlling magic user. While Arne had been able to control fire, his wife was able to control water. While according to the wife, Arne's son was showing signs of water magic. "I myself carry that same, so called curse. Most magic users here, the magic isn't the strongest. But we don't usually have to rely on magic." She wasn't quite ready to reveal the dragons, though Ayesha was sure it was quite obvious by the size of the barns.

A smile flickers across Ayesha's name,"So would my name. I haven't left the island in nearly ten years. So have many of my clanmates. There are few that can enter the mainland without being recongized as a criminal." Ayesha continues,"But here, their names cause happiness and joy. And for some love. Names hold power, but they can hold so much more." She glances at the departing Ghosts,"Ignore their glares, they will get over it. It is more shock than anger. We have not seen death around here in a while."

"I do offer you hospitality. You may call youself a murder and a wanted girl. But not many mainlanders dare challenge us anymore. We call you a girl looking to get away from her past." Not so different from Alva when she first arrived. Ayesha thinks to herself, as she cradles Bjorn, the seven year old still clean out. Ayesha didn't know if Bjorn planned on sleeping long, but if her arms began to tire out. Ayesha would have to put Bjorn in his bed.

As soon as Billie gave her consent, Astrid, Erik, Sten, and Yrsa looks towards Ayesha. The Ghost's leader inclines her head, and the four set off heading up the plank onto the deck of the ship. Yrsa and Astrid disappearing below decks to retrieve Arne's body. While Erik and Sten stoop down to first close Ryan's eyes, before picking him up. As they head towards the plank, Astrid and Yrsa appear, holding Arne between them. The four making their way carefully off the ship and towards the medical building to clean up the bodies.

"I would offer you a empty house, however we currently have none. Though we are working on building some new ones." Ayesha says, turning to face Billie. Chaos turning as well, staying in front of Ayesha. Besides that the dire wolf made no noise or moved, resisting the urge to growl or bristle at how close the other wolf was. Ayesha continues. "I have a spare bedroom in my room. It's a decent size room, and the bed is soft and warm. I won't be in there to often. And no one goes in there, since I'm never really there, except for Bjorn and Alva. But Alva won't bother you, and Bjorn is usually out running about avoding his baby sitters." Ayesha inclines her head slightly.

"Welcome to Dragonshire, Billie."

Billie Ryan Kline

Billie gave a rather concerned look. Looser rules, therefore you could get away with more. It was a way of living, but wouldn't that cause some sort of trouble every now and then? It didn't make much sense to her, but she nodded, looking down slightly as he hand rested on the handle of her knife. Lukarta stood, relaxed as Billie was, and bit the inside of her cheek before speaking. "That's just discipline? Punishment is like living in the cells," Billie huffed. Perhaps they made order for that on occasion, but to he honest, Billie didn't care to know. She huffed, listening to Ayesha's words as she approached her more.

"When you are cursed with dark magic," Billie huffed, "it's a curse regardless if anyone says so." Billie stated, her eyes slightly narrowed. "I'm currently being hunted -- I'd say watch your borders, but you seem to have this place pretty well guarded," Billie spoke as she looked around, taking in the new environment. She had to admit, it was wonderful to look at and everything seemed neat and in order. Her eyes landed back onto Ayesha, however, Lukarta standing in front of her to let others know that Billie would be protected no matter what.

Billie furrowed her eyebrows. "Perhaps, but what I did," Billie looked back at the men who would gather the limp bodies before looking back at Ayesha, "was nothing but harmful. You are here, welcoming a young girl, let alone murderer, into your home because you believe in second chances?" Billie scoffed. "Second chances aren't always the greatest thing to allow, and that's coming from someone who has been given them." Billie stated. She the nodded, looking back over her shoulder at the other clan people who departed from the group moments ago. Glares, stares, perhaps some cruel names - Billie could handle it. Not like she hadn't before.

"But that's what I am, and I will forever live up to that, no matter how much I try to run from it. Being a young, troubled girl in this world who is let alone cursed is no way to be living. That's why I am confused. I murder two of your men - who I assume both had wives and children - and you welcome me into your home like I'm some child." Billie huffed. She wasn't intending to be rude, but she found it odd. Sure, it was appreciated and she could assure herself that everyone here appreciated it, but it made her feel like this place could possibly have deeper, darker secrets.

Billie would watch as the men took the bodies away to prepare them. Billie didn't feel as bad as she should've, mainly because she was so numb to killing at this point. She had kept track of everyone she had killed, which was thirteen people. Fifteen now if you included those two men that just lost their lives. Everyone else was from the mainland, bounty hunters and patrollers out and spotting her. Billie's face was plastered everyone on the mainland of Ibrelion. She sighed softly at the thought before Ayesha's words brought her back to reality.

"That's fine, better than sleeping in cold stone caves," Billie smiled slightly, the edges of her lips curling up. She felt the smile fade away, however, hearing how Alva and Bjorn wouldn't bother her much. She assumed the boy was the one she held close to her. Billie sniffled slightly, getting a sense of the new atmosphere. She could tell this place was welcoming and accepting, but Billie wasn't sure how long she could stay here until someone arrived. Someone would, sooner or later.

"Alva and Bjorn - are those your kids?" Billie asked. It would be nice to get to know some others around her age and make a few friends for the time being, but Billie was unsure if anyone would want to talk to her after she just murdered two men.

"Thank you," Billie smiled.

"At first everyone breaks the rules, and they do get a bit harsher punishments. But nothing like on the mainland, but then they began to learn. There's no point of causing mischief and chaos." Ayesha looks around at the home she had built with her friends, her family. The life she had started, the life she made instead of going to the bad side. Then the young women transfers her gaze back to Billie,"I mean this in the best way possible. But you remind me of Alva, when she first arrived." Ayesha glances towards where four of her clanmates were still heading towards the medical building.

"Well maybe except for the killing part."

"All magic can be both a curse or a blessing. The elements are each powerful and weak in their own ways. It is not the magic that makes the person powerful, it is the person who makes the magic powerful." Ayesha responds, and continues,"And I have seen a dark magic user battle a air user, and the air user won." She actually watched the two magic users fight, and battle, and yell, and hit a lot. But the Ghosts' leader chose not to mention that. Ayesha then glances towards the horizon, in the direction of the mainland. "Even if the mainlanders believe you came this way. They will not be so willing to come here. Magic users or not, there are tales told about us." There was a reason, the clan was named Crimsion Ghosts. Crimison for the blood they were not afraid to spill to protect their home and family. Ghosts for the fact they are so well hidden.

Chaos had allowed his body to relax, and he sits down. Yet the dire wolf was still very much alert. Keeping one eye on the female wolf, while also watching Ayesha and Bjorn. The young boy's head had begun to loll, and Ayesha gently shifts Bjorn so that his head was rested on her shoulder. In his sleep, the young boy wraps his arms around Ayesha's neck in a loose hug. "Death hasn't been seen here in a while, and I will admit. It was a shock to many of my clanmates."

Ayesha admits, her blue eyes growing worried for a brief second,"However that is not the worst arrival we have ever had." Ayesha smiles slightly,"I believe in starting over, making a new life, and proving the doubters wrong. I believe in happiness, and I believe in family." Those were her fatal flaws, family, she loved her family dearly. But that could also be the reason Ayesha would die one day. But the young leader of the Ghosts didn't care, she was prepared to go down fighting. Just like how she ran into Bjorn's house, with no fire proof armor on, with the house on fire.

"You are young yes, but no, you are no child. You look like you're about Alva's age."

Ayesha nods,"If you choose to stay, we will happily build you your own house if you would like. My clanmates won't mind, we have some who love to build." For some of her clanmates, building was their form of meditation. For Ayesha? She prefered to be training and taming the dragons and the wolves. Or playing with Bjorn, if the young boy was around. Ayesha falls out of her thoughts, as Billie's question distracted her.

"I saved Bjorn from a rouge dragon attack that killed his biological parents, and adopted him. While Alva is the second youngest in the camp. So Alva usually watches Bjorn whenever I am busy."

Billie Ryan Kline

Billie huffs. Maybe she was just too used to the mainland's ways of public execution or being thrown into a prison cell to rot, but she had never heard of anything like this. She was aware that Alcary was in fact different... in good ways, but this just seemed to be something out of the ordinary. "Wouldn't the point of punishments be to show that if you do something wrong, you get the short end of the stick?" Billie sighed softly, deciding that arguing about rules that probably have saved her life would be pointless. "Sorry," Billie shook her head, "not often there's a safe haven in Ibrelion." She stated.


Billie took in the entireity of the town. Hidden away from those after Billie, she could feel safe, but also felt threatened. Killing two men the moment she got here wasn't exactly the greatest choice, and she could feel the eyes of others simply landing on her to bother her. Go home, she felt as though they were saying. Go home and be punished, like any other person who has murdered. Hearing Ayesha though, Billie laughed slightly. "Exactly." Her tone was softer now as she was aware that people were watching her, and would be for a while. She clenched her jaw, Lakarta going a bit ahead. She was quite witty with newer places, normally being the reason that Billie was always on the move. Hopefully for a while that won't happen.

"Dark magic is banned in Ibrelion, you know that? Technically, since you know what power I possess, you should kill me now. You can be killed for not doing so." Billie said, her tone a tad bit more stern, causing Lakarta to turn towards Ayesha with narrowed eyes. Billie stared her down, simply saying back off, in which the canine did. As obedient Lakarta was, she still had a mind of her own, and Billie learned that the hard way. "You know you can still be powerful without even having a power. It's called ranking, which you have. I suppose I don't understand why there's magic users here if it's so low in their blood." Billie spoke, looking up at Ayesha.

"The men after me will come to Alcary once they find out I'm not on the maindland anymore. They'll stop at nothing, even if you're willing to shed blood. I have a bounty for over a thousand gold bars that will be rewarded by whatever kingdom they bring me back to. I could be executed on this land, ya know," Billie sighed. As much as she appreciated the fact that Ayesha was offering a lifetime home, she couldn't take it. Billie would have to leave sooner or later, and she hoped Ayesha understood that.

Billie watched Ayesha adjust Bjorn on her shoulder, feeling quite comforted by the sight. She could tell that Ayesha cared for those kids like no other, and she had to admire that. Billie wasn't old enough to have kids, nor did she really want any, but she never had really spent the time with a younger kid. She'd been on the run for a while now, so there was no time to stop and look at babies. A small smile crept upon Billie's lips, but soon faded away. "Do you think I should take time away from talking to the others? You know, since I just waltzed in here killing two men with families?"

Billie nodded. "Thanks," she sighed softly. "Just one thing - if those men do come after me, I'm not going to be staying for long. You've already offered me a lot, which I do appreciate, but I would prefer not to have your head chopped off as well." Billie stated, her eyebrows raising. She would become a burden in this clan sooner or later, seeing that she was a Dark Magic user, killed two men on her way in here, and simply hated everyone and everything as it was. Not a good mix. Oh, and being chased after. Not good.

"Oh," Billie said, not expecting such a story. "I'm sorry, I thought you were their parent. Well, I bet you've done a good job raising them." Billie said, trying to stray away from that. Losing parents was the last thing she wanted on her mind, as she lost hers.

"Maybe we could pick out a spot for my house?"

Ayesha nods,"Yes. But that can also push the people away, and we all prefer to be able to trust each other here." Ayesha shrugs,"We have a strange system, I can't deny that. But it works, it keeps us safe. It keeps us hidden." Ayesha then chuckles,"That is no lie. But that is why most people flee towards this island. The legends and myths that surround this place are insane." Legends of dragons, Ayesha had even heard of a myth that Death itself lived here on the island. Who came up with that? No one knew, but it gave the Ghosts quite a laugh.

Aware of the gazes of her clan, Ayesha turns her stern blue gaze on them. Her eyes were a warning, a warning that spoke volumes. The Ghosts one by one disappeared back into their houses, or turned their attention back to their work. Ayesha chuckles to herself as she cradles Bjorn in her arms, only for Alva to walk up. "Hey Ash. Do you want me to take Bjorn?" Ayesha hesitates, she loved to cradle Bjorn, but she had some stuff she had to do. So with a reluctant nod, Ayesha gives the little boy to Alva. Bjorn still fast asleep as Alva starts off towards Ayesha's house.

"Yes yes. Dark magic is forbidden in Ibrelion, but don't forget Ibrelion doesn't fully claim Aclary. Must less the creepy and mysterious Yshaa forest. We don't really care about what Ibrelion thinks." Ayesha shrugs, before rolling her stiff shoulders. Ayesha glances back at her clanmates, some who were cleaning the ships. "We have magic users here because they asked for protection and a home. But also because they help us with our biggest project here." Her blue gaze flashes towards the dragon barns, then back to Billie.

At Billie's statement of the men hunting her, Ayesha couldn't help but laugh. "Perhaps they will. But many men of the mainland fear the legends of Aclary. Besides, as defenseless as we may look. We have more weapons then you may think." Dragons. Ayesha thinks to herself. Ayesha then continues,"Alva too once thought that. Her father put a bounty of about two thousand gold bars and heritage to his estate if anyone could bring in Alva back to him. We brought out our secret weapons, and about half the fleet fled. Leaving the other half practically defenseless against us. Billie, you can't run forever. Aclary could be your only chance for a normal life."

Ayesha comes to a halt, glancing around. Most everyone had returned to their work now, no longer paying any attention to Ayesha or Billie. "I am sure it will be fine. You are welcome to talk to anyone here. They may be salty, but they will cause you no harm. I would perhaps apologize to the men's family's although. That will soften the ice more." Ayesha glances at Billie then back at the little kingdom-like place. From how Billie spoke, the last ten years had not been kind to the mainland. The people of the mainland have grown worse.

The young Ghost leader looks at the horizon, towards the mainland. "Give Aclary a chance, Billie. You will see that we have more to offer then just a nightly rest. You judge off what you see now, I ask you to wait to judge us until you see the full capability of the Ghosts. We are after all the reasons of the myths and legends that surround this island." Finally one of the dragons decided it was time. And a loud roar was released, echoing throughout the little kingdom. A smile touches Ayesha's face,"Well well, Ari is awake."

"Oh no, I am much to young. Besides, I haven't even had my first kiss. It's hard to find love when you are the leader. Too many people expect a little too much out of you, and well not many men here are actually my age." Ayesha shrugs,"But yes, Alva and Bjorn have thrived here and I hope they continue to thrive." Ayesha then nods,"Of course. We have a lot of empty land that could use a house." Then another, more deeper, roar cut through the air. Amusement laces the Ghosts' leader, as she turns her gaze on the dragon barns.

"First, I've got some animals to feed. Would you like to come with me and meet our secret weapons?"

Billie Ryan Kline

Billie listened to Ayesha, taking in each individual word. It was so much different here compared to the mainland. Ibrelion was definitely a world that Billie could admire, but the mainland -- not so much. Aclary was almost like a different world. Or at least the Yshaa forest, to say the least. She wasn't too sure how the rest of the island was, but Billie now had a light glimpse of hope. She could live, but sooner or later, she would have to run. Her curse was not one to be taken lightly. Sooner or later, it would indeed catch up to her. "Is Alcary - the whole island - like this? Accepting, I mean?" Billie asked.

Now, Billie didn't go around saying 'oh I'm a Dark Magic user,' but considering that everyone on the mainland had gotten word as far as it could one way or another with her description and how much her bounty was, there was no doubt that Billie could easily be recognized. And who knew how long it would take before those hunting her would catch up to her. Billie sighed softly at the thought, though looked back at Ayesha with interested eyes. She watched as she handed off the young boy to the other girl before Ayesha would speak again.

Billie kept an even pace with Ayesha, listening to each word. She scoffed slightly. "Magic users don't need protection. They don't. Once you know you're full power... you're practically a God among men," Billie stated. However, it was those people's choices for choosing to live a life in the dark. Billie had every right to do so - she was a fourteen year old girl on the run from just about every kingdom in order to just breathe.

Billie nodded, chuckling slightly with a wide smirk. "You know, I've heard the legends. The dragons. Those beasts that are the most ruthless things to have ever roamed Ibrelion. They're only here on this island. Maybe just in Yshaa forest," Billie claimed. She was aware of just about everything. Ayesha didn't need to beat around the bush the way she was, but hey, Billie couldn't control that. Billie then looked away.

She could live a life here.

She shook her head. "You can't say that. I kill two men - two of your men who had wives, maybe children. I'm a Dark Magic user, might as well the last one, and I'm a fourteen year old. I know how to take care of myself," she sighed. "Listen, I appreciate the offer, but I can't guarantee I'll stay after what I did. Or even if I'll be welcomed here," Billie stated. She was being as sincere as she could get - no lies.

Billie nodded. "Guess I should apologize, then," she looked around for a moment. Most of everyone returned to their jobs. Ha! No way they just returned back to their work like that and just forget. She sniffled slightly, looking back at Ayesha.

She cocked a brow at her response, but she wasn't judging. Billie nodded. "Thanks," she smiled slightly.

Billie followed Ayesha's gaze towards the barns. She smirked. "Take me, Miss Ayesha."

Ayesha stops before the dragon barns, glancing down at Chaos then back to the smaller wolf barns. "Chaos, go take the wolves out for a run." Chaos chuffs, dipping his head. Glancing at the she-wolf, before bounding off. His large shape growing smaller as he draws further away. Musing over Billie's question. "There are not many people on Alcary who are not Ghosts. But yes, most of the others are very accepting. Those who are not? Will cause no harm, they will just not want you around." Ayesha chuckles slightly,"At first the yelling gets to you, but after the first few times, you learn to wave it off."

The young woman glances at Billie, amusement in her eyes. "A god among men?" Ayesha smiles,"Perhaps so, but I suppose that makes the dragons the gods of gods?" Then the Ghosts' leader nods,"So you have heard the legends? Hmm, too bad we can't take the dragons to the mainland and prove they aren't ruthless. Well, not all of them." Ayesha then inclines her head,"And for the most part yes, the dragons only ever land on Alcary. They usually stay in the sky or places where the mainlanders can't find them. But every so often, we get a newcomer flying in."

Ayesha shrugs,"Many of the men here were murderers themselves. We have some robbers, hmm, and some other crimes. But, like I said. The choice is yours. All I ask is you give Alcary a chance. You'll see, and if you don't then we will send you on your way with supplies and wishes of luck." Ayesha's blue gaze tracks the wolves as the large male dire wolf leads the pack off. "Apologizes are good." Before she turns back to the barn,"Well, come and meet the myths and legends. I bet they are quite hungry."

Ayesha opens up the human size door, leading the way inside the warm and cozy barn. The skylights were letting in a decent amount of light, however Ayesha flicks on the lights, which give more better light. Revealing about ten large female dragons, some were laying down. Some were pacing the massive, at least massive for the humans, stalls. The first female on the left leans her head over, letting out a keening noise, greeting Ayesha. "Ah, there my girl is! Hey Ari!" The dragon lets out another keening noise as Ayesha approaches reaching up to scratch the dragon.

Arifrost, Ari, was a slim and slender pretty gray dragon. She had a single black paw and her eyes were a pretty emerald green. Ari rubs her head gently against Ayesha's hand, keening again. Ayesha chuckles,"Alright! Alright! You guys want to go out? Or you want dinner in bed tonight?" A bunch of roaring responds, and Ayesha grins, glancing back at Billie. "I'll let you pet them later, their hungry right now! But it's a pretty amazing sight to see them fly!" Ayesha gives Arifrost one last scratch before stepping back, heading for a wall with a bunch of switches. Ayesha grunts slightly as she pulls one.

The ceiling groans slightly before the mechanisms begin to work. The ceiling begins to fold inward, revealing the fading sunset, and the open sky. Ari lifts her head and roars at the sky, her gray wings flapping excitingly and stirring up dust. Which Ayesha uses her air abilities to direct away from her and Billie. Then the roof was open and ten large beautiful female dragons launch themselves sky high, roaring to the sky. While roars from the other barns respond. Ayesha grins,"I love dragons."