Blake was walking along the desert. "Stupid sand dunes.....could swear there are millions of them out here..." He cheked his canteen, It was dry. he stoped at the bottom of a sand dune. "This has to work.." he tried to summon water up from the earth. There was litle more then a drop in the ground. He punched the hole. "[insert a curse word of your choice here]!!!!" Blake yelled helplessly into the wind. He walked over 5 more sand dunes and said "Argh...come on...who am i fooling..?" he collapesd on the top of the sand dune he was currently standing on. Tumbling down the hill when he hit the bottom the last thing he felt before he passed out was the taste of sand in his mouth.

Lyla walked. And walked. And walked. She could feel her shoulder blades pumping up and down as she strode through the burning sand.
How did it get so deep? She thought angrily.
Is there no wind here? Well- Lyla knew the answer to that already. Hot and bothered, she stared ahead. Even with her incredible eye-sight, still no forms of civilisation loomed in the distance. It was too sunny, and Lyla had too much fur. Dark fur that liked to absorb the warmth and keep it there. As if she needed any more insulation! Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of something. A dark... thing was tumbling down a sand dune. Lyla tried to make a move towards it, but the faster she tried to run, the more she sank in.
Probably just a rock. She thought as she made her way there at a painfully slow speed, her paws clawing uselessly at the sand. Then she looked around- no rocks. Curiosity pushed her on until she was at the base of the dune. Cautiously she looked. It was a person- a male, quite unconscious by the looks of it. Obviously, there was nothing Lyla could do, but maybe when he came round there would be a drop of water to spare. Hoping to wake him, she nudged him. Then nudged him harder. Then tried batting him with her padded paw. Then she yowled as loudly as possible. Nothing.

Blake felt a slight nudge on his shouldar. he tried to react, but there was nothing. Am i dead?! This sucks......no one said that death would be so boring..... He tried to grunt when the strange thing that nudged him howled. A strange combination between a grunt and whine escaped his lips. He hoped it was loud enough for the person to hear it.

Lyla's sharp hearing picked up a sound that barely moved his lips.
Well he's alive... She though.
That's a start. She waited for him to come to, and made a game of batting his ear. Grinning, she sat on his chest, then decided he might not be able to breath. She jumped down, then sat in the sand swishing her tail which left a dent in the crumbly surface. It was really rather boring with an unconscious person- maybe she could just find his water supply whilst he was asleep. She meowed again, hoping to awake him, then began searching for a water flask. It was still remarkably hot, and the sun didn't seem to be doing this man's skin any good. With all her effort, Lyla threw her wight against his side and rolled him into the shade of the dune which he had tumbled down. At least it would mean she could attempt to wake him up out of the sun.

Blake felt himself being rolled over. He tried to talk again. "Water..." he said in an croaky voice. He tried to open his eyes. He saw a cat before him. A cat!? I was saved by a cat in the middle of a desert.....What's the world comming to?... He wondered. He tried to stand and fell back. Surprised at how weak he felt. He was still wondering what a cat was doing saving him. Then he sharpened his senses, And felt the power imitting from the cat. Ah....a Werecat....much more sense.... Blake thought.

Lyla blinked, her large green eyes sparkling even in the shade.
Water? She thought about what he had just requested.
If he's asking for water- he obviously doesn't have any himself! She turned, and was about to leave, but something held her in place. He was special- not in the same way as some people she had met, but definitely not ordinary. If she left him now, he might not survive (even though she had no idea what she could do) and Lyla felt it would be a great loss to leave someone who could accomplish so much to die alone. She blinked again, and locked her gaze into his. Maybe he realized what she was- maybe he didn't. She ignored his plea for water, she had none and it was not a question, so Lyla saw no reason to respond.

Blake saw the Werecat going away. It (Since he had no idea if it was a 'He' or a "she'.) stopped in it's tracks and turned back around. He tried to communicate with the Werecat. Hello? are you there?.... There was no imidiate response so he decided he would wait. Like i have a choice..... He thought quietly to himself.

OOC:Saphira75, can you make your posts just a little longer? Make them about as long as your intro.

Lyla looked tiresomely at him. She narrowed her eyes warily- she had known that he was knowledgeable, but never enough to communicate with the mind.
Am I not here? She asked. She flicked her right ear jerkily as if warning off a fly, and her tail began to swish from side to side a little.
Do I appear to be unreal? She asked.
Because maybe I am... Lyla paused for effect.
You never can know really. She grinned, well, it was more of a smirk- bearing her fangs a little. His reaction to her was a slight bit difficult to interpret, but she could see him mulling over her words, as his features revealed.

OOC: I'll do that.

IC: Blake heard the response in his mind. He thought for a second. He tried to make a smile and a smirk at the same time. Funny....It's a desert, there are Mirages....He thought to her. He looked at her (a 'her' becuase of her voice...). He tried to sit up again, but in failure. Can I at least ask your name? He asked Her. He looked around, still wondering where they were in the desert.....Wait a minute...I came here becuase....well....I'll worry about that later... He thought to himself. He looked at the Werecat once more. One more question....what are you doing out here? He asked her.

Lyla looked at him. He didn't exactly seem strong right now- there was no threat.
Of course you can ask my name. Lyla told him
That doesn't mean I will reply though. She pointed out bluntly. Seeing his expression, she added:
But if you must know, it's Lyla. Well, that's what I'm known as anyway. She started licking the back of her right paw casually.
As for what I am doing here, I was headed to Baragh in the Beors. She instinctively looked around as if her destination would suddenly pop up along the horizon. It was getting a bit darker, and the sun no longer bothered her so much. It would be dark soon anyway- dark and incredibly cold. That was when her thick fur was really useful. She glanced back at the person.
And you are? She asked curtly.

Blake looked at her. This is the most fun conversation i've had in a longggg time. He said to Lyla. Nice to meet you Lyla, I'm Blake. Blake saw it was getting dark to. He tried to sit up again, this time he managed to sit. Yay...I can sit up...this helps me how? He thought quietly to himself. Blake was getting colder. I suppose it's easier for you out here during the night..considdering your fur and all. he tried to reach in his back pack, but he relised it wasn't there. He looked at the top of the hill he tumbled down..His pack was up there. Argh..my pack is up on that hill....it has food and a thick blanket for me....but the food will most likeley speed up mine....and yours..dehydration... Blake told Lyla.

Lyla shifted her gaze to the top of the sand dune. She looked back and saw that Blake was shivering slightly.
I'll get it. She replied.
I don't care about the food, but you should have your blanket I suppose... she pointed out to herself more than Blake.
Don't worry, I'm good at climbing. She reassured him.
I hope... Lyla thought to herself, remembering how her paws were near useless in the sand. She began to make her way up the dune- it was steeper than it looked, and her claws sunk helplessly into the crumbly surface. Nevertheless, Lyla managed to tediously haul herself up the side, shufflinh one paw above the other, sometimes searching for a particularly prominent bump to get a better grip on. It took a long time, and she was quite worn out by when the top finally came into sight, but Lyla managed to pull herself up onto it. She spotted the pack, and took it gingerly between her teeth, being careful not to pierce the material with her dangerously sharp fangs. As she shuffled over to the edge, she was sure it had not been that steep or high on the way up. Lyla suddenly realised how much injury Blake must have sustained from a tumble down this slope! However, she was sure footed, and probably not as tired as he had been, and made her descent without incident. As she reached the bottom (relieved to be on firm ground) Lyla made her was to Blake to hand him the pack.

"Thanks" Blake said outloud. He cringed when he said it though. Ouch... Blake thought to himself. He looked at his pack and grabed his blanket. When he put his hand in there he felt a tough fabric. Not my blanket...it feels like a... he furiously dug into his pack and grabed his extra waterskin. he was about to gulp it down. When he saw Lyla look at the waterskin....Here, suppose you need water more then me... He put the waterskin at her paws. He relized that she coulden't pick it up by herself...No thumbs... he thought quietly to himself...

Lyla was about to refuse politely before she realised exactly how thirsty she was. Looking longingly at the water-skin, she decided that she might just have a sip or two. She attempted to pick it up before noticing that there was a much easier way to go about it. She looked at Blake, then decided it wouldn't matter if he watched. Stepping back, she summoned the energy inside of her, and bowed her head down. She felt that peculiar sensation as her fur withdrew itself back into her skin, she could feel her spine adjusting and her paws change shape. Her back legs became stronger, and different joints developed in her forelegs, except they weren't legs any more, they were arms. Her tail once more slid neatly back up her spine before disappearing completely. Long raven black hair flowed around her face, and her simple green dress clothed her. She felt the familiar weight of her dagger at her waist, and her ears shrinking to the side of her head. It felt strange to transform, and must have been even stranger to watch! Lyla shook herself a little to get the blood accustomed to it's new form, and picked up the water-skin. She took a long swig, and no more- it was enough to quench her thirst and plenty left for Blake.

Blake watched as Lyla transformed. It was a strange sight. "Woah." Blake said dumbfounded to Lyla. "How exactly does that feel?" he asked her. He took the waterskin and took a sip...a deep sip...He left plenty though. He felt the water practicly rush through him. He got his strength back. He stood up and moved around. "Much bertter." He told her. He pulled his blanket tighter. He noticed that Lyla hadn't transformed back to a cat. "You gonna get back into your fur coat or do you need a blanket..I have, like, five..." He asked Her.

Lyla considered. She examined her under-insulated skin and replied.
Well, if you had one to spare, I would appreciate it. She suggested.
I don't really feel like sprouting fur again tonight! She smiled at the thought. Suddenly a chilly wind picked up whipping the sand across the open spaces, and Lyla was glad that they were well sheltered by the hill. Being cold was one thing, but being cold with sand in your eyes was far worse. Transforming took energy, and she was already tired enough.
But if you need them, I don't mind. She told him.
I've been in worse climates than this. Lyla grinned.

Blake was shocked as his mind was touched. he gave Lyla a blanket. "Can't you, like, Talk?" He asked her. wondering why she didn't just communicate with sound, instead of speak through thier minds. He noticed he was still shivering. He grabed another blanket out of his backpack. I would light a fire...to bad the wind is blowing to hard.. He thought to himself. He Grabbed another blanket for Lyla. It's not only the hottest in the middle of the desert...It's the coldest at night... He thought quietly

OOC: This is open to the public...just letting everyone know...it's only been me and Firetounge so far...and shade of fear if you count corrections...

OOC- yeah, it would be good to include more people.

IC- Lyla thanked him for the blanket before replying.
No. She told him.
I can't talk... she sighed a little.
I don't know why, some werecats can and some can't. She explained hastily.
As for me- well I've never uttered so much as a single word. She shook her head in disappointment.
It is slightly annoying- especially in human form. Normally I decide not to talk with anyone via the mind, so it can be quite uncomfortable if somebody attempts to tell or ask me something. She informed him.
Mostly they just presume I am being rude to ignore them, either rude or incredibly stupid. She smiled.
I must admit, I have found myself in a few situations where a voice would be a huge help to me. As for now though, I am content. She settled under the blanket, enjoying the warmth it provided.
What were you doing out here anyway? Lyla enquired.

"That must, well, suck" Blake told Lyla. To not talk....have no other way of communication..hmm....like being mute i suppose...just you can speak with your mind...hmm.... He Thought about the question. "I can't really remeber....Now I do....I went looking for someone....I last saw her in the Empires lands...I came out around here to look for her...seems like the best place to hide....not the most comfertable...but secure enough...." Blake told Lyla. "A wired idea hit my mind....I could teach you how to talk...seems like a good way to say thanks for saving me...." He told her.

Lyla grinned. Just the thought of it was pretty funny- she had never even heard her own voice.
I don't know... she said.
Somehow I doubt it would work. Her face fell instantly.
You, see, I'm not even sure I have a functional voice-box. She made a confused expression, raising a hand to her throat subconsciously.
I'm sure that if I were able to ever talk, I would have been able to make the slightest noise by now. She shook her head.
I'm not as young as I appear. Lyla explained.
I've spent many years practicing, trying to force some sound out of my mouth! She told Blake, looking at the floor a little embarrassed.
It's very kind of you to offer, but I would probably just be getting my hopes up. She said.
I hate false hope- it ruins so many people. Lyla explained.
Overall, I'm just not sure it would work. She shook her head again, dark locks of hair falling around her face after being tucked so neatly behind her ears.

Blake wondered why she was so negative. "Maybe you just didn't know how to make a sound...but if you don't want to, i suppose we don't have too." Blake told her. What if she accepted? I don't know how to teach!.....There's a first time for everything... He thought to himself. He noticed the wind had stopped blowing. Well.....that's a way to stop the cold.... He thought again...He lookes at Lyla again, her face was full of either confusion or thought...Blake coulden't tell.

Lyla thought about it. She knew it would be useful to be able to talk- communicate as a human. On the other hand, it probably wouldn't work, and she did hate false hope. How could anyone teach talking anyway?
Well... She looked up at Blake, her green eyes sparkling even though there was hardly any light.
I suppose we could give it a shot. She suggested slowly.
It might not work, but I guess I won't know until I try. She was talking to herself more than Blake although she addressed him too.
I'm not sure how you would go about teaching someone to talk- I was under the impression that it was something you tended to learn naturally. She pointed out.
But if you are sure that you would like to, then I'm up for it. She grinned.

"That's esentialy it....but you don't have to learn it like that....You can learn from listening to someone else i suppose....Okay, where to start? how about the letter H...esay to pronounce...just breath...and then that's esntially it...you make a huh sound..." Blake told her..She had a point. How do you go about teaching someone to talk? seems like it would be esiar to teach someon how to walk....

If Lyla could have laughed, she would have. She shook her head in disbelief. Two days ago, if somebody had told her that she would be sitting in the desert learning how to talk with a man who had recently fallen down a hill, she wouldn't have believed it.
Ok... She started.
Breath out loudly- sounds easy enough. Lyla considered.
"huh!" She huffed noisily. It didn't sound like much, but at least it was a start. It occurred to her how strange this lesson might seem to a spectator. She tried again. The sound quivered on the edge of breath and voice, but not quite.
I'll practice. Lyla promised, grinning.

"Okay." Blake said. "That was good for a first time, better then I did." He said to Lyla. He felt the wind speed up again.."Better get some sleep." He said. He pulled his blankets closer. He shivered. He thought he saw a light in the distance. Probably a hilucination.....but maybe it isin't.....oh well....better close my eyes... He started to drift into sleep when he heard a noise. He looked up, and saw the sand flying over him. He closed his eyes and went to sleep.

OOC: I think it's been a day.....Firetounge you gonna post?.......anyone gonna you know join?....would be better if someone would join...

OOC- I'm gonna wait and see if anyone wants to be the light lol

OOC: kinda waiting for that too lol.....someone plz join...

OOC: Could I join in?

OOC- of course! I'm sure Saphira75 won't mind.

OOC-sorry i wasnt here lol, sure go ahead Erais. heheh...power outtage.....

Erais was holding a torch ((the light)). Remembering her amulets chain breaking as they were flying across the Hadarac desert. Erador was not to far away, she too was looking for it.
Erais. We've been looking all day, not to mention all night. Please, let's go. Erador was tired. Even though Erais was cold she wouldn't leave without it.

She sensed someone near... Wait... Two people, or being were near.

Blake turned his head. He was sleeping when he woke up. He looked around and saw that the light was moving. He sensed a powerful energy comming from the light. He saw it get brighter. It's comming closer.... He grabed his sowrd and was about to go towrds it wonderig what it was when he remembered Lyla on the ground sleeping. He tuned around and started to shake her. "Wake up. Someone or something is comming closer........" Blake kept shaking her when he relised that the presence was very familliar...."Come on get up." He asked her again.

Lyla flicked her eyes open and hissed violently. Being woken up was one of her least favourite things ever!
Oh... it's you. She said grumpily, sitting up and rubbing her eyes to clear them.
What is it? She asked feeling rather annoyed, when she glimpsed the light. Suddenly, her senses jumped to life. She could see perfectly, hear every tiny sound, smell the unfamiliar scents carried in the air. Someone was standing not far away- she may not have been able to see past the blinding light, but she could sense their presence. For a moment, Lyla froze on the spot like a timid deer in front of a hunter's arrow, but thought better of it, and moved into the shadows of the dune.
Who is it? She asked Blake cautiously- as if he would know any better than her.

"I don't know.....the presence is familliar...felt it hundreads of times....hmmm....." Blake told himself more then Lyla. He kept watching the light get brighter. They were in the shadow of the dune but it woulden't matter if the person carying the light came over here. He looked for an escape route but they woulden't make the top of the dune in time....and they were surrounded by other steep dunes...."So what now?" he asked her non-chalantly.

Lyla froze.
Familiar presence you say? She pondered quickly.
I know what you mean... she gasped. Lyla shifted on the spot leaving shallow ditches in the coarse sand.
Maybe we should just wait? she suggested.
See if they come over- then we can know who it is and... she paused.
... act accordingly. Lyla grinned a little, turning to face the light again which was moving gently as if it had a life of it's own. She knew it wouldn't take long- the person with the light had obviously spotted them, they would soon become curious or worried, and were bound to investigate who they were dealing with. Anyway- it they posed a threat, nobody would want to hurt a child as she appeared to be.

Erais was walking around, she had spotted something not to far away. She came closer, wanting to investigate.

Erador, come over here. Fast. Erais said.
Coming. Was her reply.

They walked over to where Erais had seen to oddly shaped dune shadows. Now she knew they weren't apart of the dune.

Blake spotted the women aproching them Blake could practicly read Lyla's mind. How is it you get the little girl guise, huh? That really isin't fair ya know..... He told Lyla. Blake put away his sowrd. He saw the Woman getting closer and decided to put a hand behind his back, that hand wraped around his dirk, should he have to use it. why is she so familliar......hmmm.... He thought

Erais and Erador started to come down the north side of the dune. She quietly and stealthily pulled her dagger out and placed it by her side. She said something, the light quickly grew. She walked faster, the sand springing up from the wind, making it toss around her. She came to a stop half way down. She put her dagger in its sheath and drew her sword.
Careful Erador. Watch out. Her warning running through both their minds.

Blake saw the Woman comming down the side of the dune. There was a great hulk beside her. it glinted in the light, that grew brighter. A dragon!? Yeah well two can play at that game.....oh no wait....Keriaia is in The beors.....I wonder if i'll be able to contact her... Blake wondered. He tried to contact her he coulden't reach her. This is bad if thier enemies... He thought. he tried to look for an escape route one more time he coulden't find one. His grip tightened on his dirk.

Silently, Lyla drew her dagger, ignoring Blake's comment about the girl disguise. She could also make out the dragon and woman, but not yet their faces. She crouched slowly, only slightly bending her knees, as if trying to melt into the shadows. One woman was easy enough, but a dragon was going a bit far- she knew she probably couldn't even make a dragon feel a heavy blow, let alone draw blood through the tough scales. The best chance was the eyes- but she would need to be quick. Lyla was used to planning for the worst- she was a sort of pessimist by nature. Caution and curiosity always seemed to blend, making life particularly hard.
Wait a minute... Lyla thought. She stood at full height, her beautiful gleaming dagger held uselessly in her hand dangling at her hip.
But... she said at a loss for words.
Is that who I think it is? She asked Blake absent mindedly, squinting against the light.

Blakes pressure on his dirk settled. He was about to say what Lyla said....but she said it first. Unless were both seeing things....oh c'mon.....that can't be her...can it? Blake said to Lyla. He looked at the woman again and squintted hard. That has to be her!....who else can it be? You know her too? He asked Lyla still wondering if it was her or not. Small world, eh? He asked Lyla.

OOC: Erais you there??? not to sound rude lol

OOC: Sorry, I was out of town.

IC: Erais carefully walked down the dune. She didn't even bother to try and figure out who they were.
Erais, look carefully at them, try to sense them. Erador quickly reconized them.
No way. She dropped her sword.

"Erador, fly down there." Erais said aloud.

She picked up her sword, then climbing onto Erador. Erador leaped from the dune and glided down. She landed with a thump and sand flew up around her and Erais. Erais came from the sand. Sheilding her eyes.

Lyla grinned contentedly, and took a few steps forwards. She glanced away as Erador landed, to make sure no sand got into her delicate eyes. The light reflected stunningly off of Erador's beautiful scales, and Erais looked as goddess-like as ever. Lyla was determined not to greet them first, she wanted to make sure that they remembered- she had noticed that Erais had developed an annoying knack of losing her memory.
We were right... she confirmed to Blake.
It's them, but we should let them speak first. Lyla suggested. Seeing Blake's puzzled expression, she added
Just to make sure they remember us you see... and with that she looked back towards Erais, grin still planted firmly between her jaws.

Despite being stuck in the desert with no idea where they were. Blake started to grin same as Lyla. He put a hand up to shelter from the sand blowing into his eyes. Seeing Erador's beautiful scales glittering off into the distance brought back memoires. He saw that Erais was aproaching them, He saw her face despite the sand. he thought he saw shock. He coulden't tell though. No i'm sure she remembres. Have you ever remembered her to approach two complete strangers without a sowrd drawn? He asked Lyla.

Erais' face widened. She then couldn't help smiling, though she kept it concealed from the two. She thought she would just pretend to not reconize them so as to give them and Erador a hard time. She wasn't in the best mood, but she did feel better upon seeing the two.
Erais, Erador sneezed from the sand getting in her nose.
Erador calm down, I am sure we won't be threatened. Erais said in a very convincing tone.

Erador rolled her eyes at Erais. Erais kept her sword in hand and walked slowly towards them.

OOC: Will anyone reply?

Blake started to approach then remembered Lyla's and his little plan so he decided to stand still. He decided to, instead of move towrds Erais and Erador, see if he could contact Keriaia. He faintly felt her. Hello? he said to her, He could sense she was asleep so he knew this would be no easy battle. HELLO!?!?!? He yelled to her. No response. Hello? Are you even there? He asked. YES!!!! She replied angrily. He hought he heard her chuckle afterwards. Okay, okay...sorry...How long do you think it would take for you to get to The location i'm at? He asked her. Erm...a day i would guess. She said Okay see you then. He said. Why is it you need me whenever I'm on vacation? But not when I'm not? She asked. I don't know.... He said Never mind....But you owe me... She said. Why don't you just come here and have a vacation? There really isin't anything bad going on... He said. He thought he heard her mumble Okay...fine... She said.

OOC: We are waiting for you Firetongue.

Lyla glanced at Erais. She was sure she knew them by now, and was pretty sure that she had recognized them too, but wanted to make absolutely sure. Patiently, she waited, looking up at Blake every few seconds, as if to remind him to let them speak first. She started to become anxious, and subconsciously began treading the soft sand, claws out and legs stiff.
Go on then.. she urged them silently, but without making real contact.
Come on, speak! She thought to herself.
I just need to know that she remembers...

She kept walking a few paces before stopping and squinting. She quickly braced herself, ready for an attack. She kept her eyes on them both, not speaking to either one, but quickly speaking to Erador.
They should be the ones to talk first, I honestly don't want to be the first one to talk. So don't you dare say a word. After telling this to Erador, she blocked her and began to laugh on the inside.

She took a step forward, then took it back. She stood up straight but kept her stance ready.

Blake saw Lyla was very Anxious. He wasn't very anxious though, he knew Erais recognized them and decided to not do anything either. He looked around, he still saw no signs of civilization around here. He decided to start shifting his foot around. He was getting very annoyed with the little staredown contest. Well at least it isin't in the middle of ure' bean i suppose... He thought quietly to himself.

OOC: Firetongue, your turn.

OOC- I can't think what to write- mental block right now. Carry on without me for a while & I'll butt in soon.

Erador wanted to say something to Lyla or Blake but she knew Erais would find out and she would be busted. So she decided to keep her mouth shut. Erais turned to Erador and then turned back to the other two, coming to a quick decision.

"Hey Lyla, hi Blake." She sheathed her sword and walked over.

Erador looked at Erais funny, she could no longer determine what she would do next. Erais had become so unpredictable. Erais walked forward, she came up to the two.

"Have you seen my amulet around here? I seem to have lost it over here, somewhere." She added the last part quietly.

Blake Felt like jumping with joy. Finnaly!.. Unfortunatley he was just a little worried about what Erais just did. It's not like her to do that...I was sure Lyla was going to talk first....I'm beging to wonder if turning into an elf changes who you are too... His hand instictivly twitched over to feel his ear but he stopped it. "Erm...no I didn't see it..." He said. He was beging to doubt his own sanity. He knew he was going to be terned into a full fleged Elf sometime. But he wasn't sure if he would like this change or not.

Lyla squinted and scanned the broad desert floor stretching all around them like a golden sea. She shook her head.
Sorry, I don't see it. she informed Erais.
Maybe we could find it a little further in some direction. she vaguely suggested.
When did you lose it, and what direction were you going? She questioned bluntly.
Logic may help if you know when you dropped it- if not, we'll just have to guess. She stretched her toes and flexed her claws examining them casually.

"Oh well. Erador was doing some crazy stunts in the air, that was when I lost it, so it could be anywhere. Why are you two here?" She asked with her face towards the south.

She scanned the desert ground before turning her head back to Lyla and Blake. They both seemed a bit jumpy, Erais couldn't help noticing everything felt to strange and weird. Maybe becoming elf wasn't the best idea, but who can stop it?

Blake started to look around too. He felt sick, He knew there was something about this place. he coulden't tell what it was. "I can't really remember....I think that fall did more then i thought it did..." He said to her. "What are you doing out here....besides looking for your charm." He said while searching Dune, after dune, after dune, after dune, for Erias's charm.

Lyla stared her piercing gaze at Erais. It seemed that if she looked at her for much longer, her vision would burn a hole straight through the girl. She swished her tail along the floor leaving a shallow arc indentation in the crumbly surface.
I was headed to Baragh in the Beors. Lyla replied bluntly, decided now was a good time to be truthful, but not detailed. She ended her blunt answer and looked at Blake in concern. If he really couldn't remember too much, he could be in trouble- it's never a good idea to lose your memory in such a barren, hopeless place.
Your amulet may be buried just under the surface if it fell from such a height. Lyla pointed out, stating the obvious really.
I'm no magic expert. She explained truthfully.
But couldn't a spell aid you in your search? I know it is possible to summon water from under the ground, maybe it works with metal too. She suggested wisely, or so she though. That was if the amulet was indeed metal.

"Yes that is a possible way, but to dangerous, I would kill myself and it isn't made of metal. Actually, I don't know what it is made out of." She gazed around, hoping that it would just come before her.
"I have tried summoning spells and everything I can think of, one day it left me to tired to move. So now I have to look the old fashioned way."

Erador came over to Erais, her sharp eyes looked around while Erais talked.

Blake still felt very sick What did that fall do to me? He asked himself. He put that aside for now. "If it's magical shoulden't we be able to sense it, or something?" he asked. The sickness came back worse then before. His vision was fading. pain throbbed throughout his entire body. He felt weak at the knees. He knew he was gonna drop face first into the sand sooner or later, Weather he himself decided it, or his body did.

OOC: hey, i know its an old topic but can i join?

OOC: here goes...

IC: Wil looked around. "Pah. Nothing but dry desert as far as the eye can see." he said aloud. He was walking along a rather dune filled patch of desert. Kagraign, are you up there? He asked. Yeah, I can see something kinda shiny just ahead of you. Kagraign replied. Wil rushed forward, his dark, heavy cloak protecting him from the night's cold. He bent down to examine the glowing thing. It was an amulet. He heard voices not far off. He picked up the amulet and rushed silently toward the voices. Wil put his hood up so his blonde hair wouldn't give him away. He peered over the top of a dune, seeing a bright light and four or five people standing down there, along with the huge bulk of a dragon. Wil set his hand on Mor'ranr just in case, and dropped into the group.

OOC: i would also likey if Faefnir could awake soon. u don't mind if i start now do ya, Firetongue?

I think we can give up on this one too.. *sigh* I'll make one.