Sarah rode astride her black horse over top the grassy hill outside the gates of the Varden. Each stride Zen took Sarah sat almost unbelievably still. Yet, if anyone tried they'd be able to also. Spyre flew overhead, watching out for his rider. As the equine started up the hill Sarah received a 'message' from the olive dragon above.

"You've got Company."
The sound of a male dragons voice rang in her head. As Zen got to the top, she spotted the company that Spyre had mentioned. Arya. The elven princess was there, upon her ghost white equine. "Arya?" She spoke to her as if it were a question, and without the typical elven ways of greeting. She had only met Arya a few times, never for long either. Sarah's eyes danced to make contact with the dragon. It was a nicely built dragon.

Zen's muscles rippled beneath his black exterior. He snorted pawing the ground. Sarah spoke in a whisper, and the horse obeyed. She took a gloved hand and stroked the animals neck. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, with her bangs sticking out the top. A loose white t-shirt is what covered her torso. Breeches that had many holes in them and were olive colored. She looked back up toward the elf, and waited for a reply.

Sarah listened intently to the womens words. She took a mental note of each one in her mind committing them to memory almost. Her light brown eyes shifted to the dragon a second after Arya's did. Not like Sarah knew what was going on, but she did.

"May I join you?"

The question emitted from Spyre's thoughts, to Sarah's mind. Sarah waited to respond. She answered to Arya next. " I've been, well, I guess. You? Sarah was a bit taken by the elf remembering her name. She felt as if she was important enough to be entered in her memory.

"Yes you may, Spyre."

The olive green beast took a nose dive toward the earths surface. He landed smoothly after such a shaky approach. Sarah looked toward the dragon. His muscles tensed as he felt his rider's stare on him. Sarah looked back toward Arya, waiting for her to speak next.

Sarah's eyes wandered as Arya spoke to her. She could also tell Arya was communicating with her dragon. She seemed trouled though, like a vibe that the elf gave off. Sarah sat a top Zen growing bored, but stayed still. She tried not to move a lot, or give Arya the sense of boredom. Then the princess mentioned the war and it caught Sarah's attention like a hook catches a fish. Sarah looked at her with a blank stare as she admitted what had not been fine.

"She seemed troubled. I noticed the moment I landed."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Of course Spyre." She said back to him not taking her stare off of the elf and her horse. She had mentioned a war that Sarah had not thought about, not really known about. She wasn't very up-to-date on things still. Fighting a war, while she was alive. Now that in Sarah's imagination was phisically impossible. "Oh. What's a war like?" Stupid question, but she wanted to know.

She listened intently. Finding out what it was, was useless she had known what a war was. Everyone crazy enought to survive did. Sarah shook her had with disagreement. " No. No. No. I know what it is. I wanted to know what it's like to be in it. I haven't lived as long as you." It was disrespectful to say to an elf, and she knew that. Her point wouldn't get across any othr way though.

Sarah listened once again. Commiting each word to memory she did and violent... that was an obvious word to use. Of course. But Sarah gave up asking. "Oh." If they reached the Varden. Hm. So the keyt was not to let them reach us. That's easy enough. Sarah thoughs were projected onto Spyre mind too.

"That's it little one. We need to keep them away."

Sarah though. She looked at through Zen's ears. He was half asleep. "Is there anything we can do to help"We meaning Sarah and Spyre.