Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-28358106-20170614014735

Tirush bursts into a laugh. "I am no feline, little carruagh. I am a Wyvern of the Tir, and no greater has claimed the mountain." She swishes her tail. "I have seen your camp, passing on my way north and west, when you first arrived there. It was in days past, when the bad fire yet gnawed at the border.  You have left your scents everywhere, like a bright trail of flame for those who can see such things.  And, you make much noise.  It is not so hard to hear."

She turns to Marcus. "And here are the ones of dark fire. Hello again, Iejir.  And you, little spirit."

Tirush gives a gentle head push to Marcus and Cyndwella respectively, and Cyndwella floats away a bit by the momentum. She starts to protest, but can't with a mouth full of food.

Thomas turns. "Hey there, old boy. Glad you could make it.  I figured you might, what with retirement and all." He looks at Cyndwella. "...And I see it hasn't exactly been boring," he murmurs.