Haug smiled the most fatherly way he could while biting his tongue and nodded.
"Thank you!" Dryna embraced him, her tail whipping around in joy. "I was scared you might have tried to stop me or reminded me of my vow of cutting ties with my clan for how they treated me in the past. What do you think Ghirslak want?"
Haug shrugged, moving his hands awkwardly in sign language.
"I’ve said my piece already. You can speak again." Dryna slapped her forehead.
"Thank you." He panted as if holding his tongue also implied holding his breath. "Off the top of my head, I’d say it’s because of the Incontinent King. He’s looking for someone to teach him how to use Origin Flames and you fit the bill.
"You are young, naïve, have received basic training from your family, and have a huge chip on your shoulder since the day they exiled you. My bet is that Ghirslak is closing ranks to keep people like you from being turned against the family."
"I don’t have a chip on my shoulder!" Dryna snarled, fire seething out of her throat as golden scales covered her skin.
"Then you’re a great actor and must have played the long game because you sure had me fooled." Zelima walked out of the kitchen while still wearing her work apron.
"Fine!" Dryna clenched her own face, trying to calm down. "I may bear a bit of resentment for the name calling and all that followed."
"A bit?" Zelima snorted.
"Don’t push me, woman!" Dryna went full Wyvern with complementary roar and a burst of Origin Flames.
"If you want my advice, don’t act like this in front of your elders or you’re going to get us both killed." Haug sighed. "When is the meeting?"
"In three hours." Dryna replied as she shapeshifted back in human form.
"Good. We have all the time to prepare you for- Three hours? Forget preparing you. We’ve got barely the time to get there!"
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Three hours and several Warp Steps later, Dryna and Haug reached the Golden Crown Mountain. They found two Wyverns wearing their best war gear waiting for them at the entrance.
Dryna was in her Wyvern form, wearing solely a hairband Zelima had gifted her on one of her horns. Haug, instead, wore an ample mage robe over a pristine white shirt and black pants.
’I haven’t worn my Council Elder clothes in years. I feel like a clown.’ He thought.
The guards glared at the smaller Wyvern and gestured her to follow them with a wave of their sleek necks as they advanced on all fours.
"This doesn’t bode well." Dryna’s whisper boomed due to the echo of the caves, making her swallow hard and drawing another glare from the guards.
"And you say I can’t keep my mouth shut." Haug chuckled. "Hello, pot. My name is kettle, and I’m black."
After a short walk, they reached the waiting room of the Blood Hall. It was the hallowed grounds where the Wyvern bloodline assembled since its birth, dug into the mountain through the efforts of generations of Wyverns as their numbers increased.
Dryna saw several other Wyverns lined up against either side of the tunnel. Some were younger than her, some were older. All of them had been exiled from the clan just like her.
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