New Dragon | Female | Water Dragon | Mentions: Devereaux, Others [Ind.]
She was late.
This wasn't anything new to the water dragon, she was not someone who functioned on the time of others. However, there was a heavy importance to the day, the event, she was late to, and she could only hope that she wasn't too late. If they had a watery trek from her ocean home to the valley she would have been there sooner, but instead she had to traverse the landscape, pausing at any water sources to bask in their watery glory. That was too important to miss out on too, so sacrifices were made, and now she was late.
Hissing lowly as she slid down the last few yards of the mountain, pushing off to jump the last few feet. She landed with a quiet thud, her frills billowing in the air behind her, the markings upon them dull like normal. She let out a soft whining song, and continued to trot through the forest. She could feel the energy in the valley thrumming, and it quickened the beat of her heart as much as the beat of her paws on forest floor.
There was a soft murmur carried in the wind, hushed voices of different humans talking amongst themselves. There were some interlaced in conversations involving dragons too, which let her know she wasn't too late just yet. Good.
Coming to the treeline she slowed to a stop and looked around, her bright eyes narrowing a degree as she winced at the sun light. Upon quick glance she could see several dragons, more than she'd ever seen at once, within the valley, mingling among the humans with whom she assumed were their own riders. It was time for her to find her own.
Concentrating on the pull in her chest, she felt it pulsate as she angled her body, and she followed the instinctual feeling. She moved carefully through clustered groups of humans, carefully nudging those who got in her way to the side. She wasn't normally a violent beast, and she had no desire to start off her portion of the ceremony by stepping on someone. That would not set a good example to her rider about the type of dragon she was.
Mor paused to look around, though her gaze was quickly captured by a pretty little human with a frock of dark hair that rivaled her own frills. Something in her latched onto the sight of this young woman, and she found herself prowling forward quickly, ushering herself to the humans side. The closer she got, the more certain she was: This was her human.
Coming up behind the girl, she lowered herself to he belly and wriggled beside her, peering down at her with squinted cyan eyes. "Hello there," she practically purred out, crossing her forelegs and swinging her finned tail to wrap loosely around the girl. "I believe you belong to me, pretty one. What is your name?" Her lower voice rolled out quiet but strong, and her frills quivered in excitement along her spine.