Unlocking the past

'"I don't think so." he said confidently. "Dragons are a lot more noble than you seem to give them credit for." he scolded.

He grinned a toothy proud smile. "My father was contracted with a dragon." he stated. "And I've read his old journal about 4 times over now." he said.

The journal he was talking about was in his ruck sack, bound in old leather with a small brass lock. "Did you know if a human ever became close enough friends with a dragon to be contracted, they shared a life span?" he asked, rhetorically of course. "That's why my father died when he did. His friend Arok died because we humans got too ignorant."

Emist frowned, kneeling beside her. "Yuki, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." he apologized profussley. He frowned, unsure what part of his story had upset her so greatly. he pushed his blonde hair out of his face, anoyed with it. "Arok wasn't killed in his sleep or anything. He went down fighting." he assured her frowning.

"Besides, I do my best not to lie." he mummbled as an after thought, more concerned with the crying woman next to him than his own pride or honor at the moment.

"Well, the whole reason I was left with the Gate keeper was because he used to be y fathers friend. My father and Arok took off to guard his kin. According to Old Bones," Old bones being the gate keeper, "he had a mate and clutch of eggs out East. And the guards report come through our cabin say they have sighted multiply dragons in the west."

Emist frowned. Perhaps letting the strange woman come along wasn't a good idea after all.... He wasn't sure hoe long he woudl be able to put up with her sudden and drastic mood swings.

"Wait up!" he called, sighing as he hurried after her, frowning. The looking was Quizzical, almost knowing yet unsure. "You're strange, did you know that?" he asked her. Though, it wasn't as if he had room to talk. Not really.... He was, after all, a human deliberately looking for dragons. Not many people could consider that the norm...

"We'll have to board a ship at Castrill. It's the only port city beyond this point, and they go to the Western continent for goods to sell all the time." he said. "Once we're in the west though, I don't know what we'll find, if anything. We'll have to stock up on supplies in the city before shipping out.... And you can't travel safely in a dress like that." he said, attempting to be helpful, get some sort of feed back from the woman.

Emist shook his head quickly. "Nothing's wrong per-say!" he insisted. "it's pretty, but you'll likely attract Highway men or worse... not to mention you'll ruin it with all the walking, and you might have a hard time getting around in it. They have travelers slips for women, I've seen them a few times."

He didn't want to accidentally offend her. He didn't want her crying again! he just didn't think it would be wise to attract any more unnecessary attention than they already would with the golden and purple haired duo. Perhaps that had been why he hadn't questioned her hair, his own was considered odd and irregular.

Emist didn't seem sure. "It, uh.... well, you'll standout even more with it." he finally admitted bluntly. "We'll have enough guards questioning me about the sword and our hair...." he pointed out. "I for one am not good at lieing."

The last part he need not have added. By now she must have realised that. It was the reason he simply told the truth. His lies were as thin as parchment anyway- so there was no need to break anyones trust.

"But if you insist, far be it form me to tell you how to dress."

Ah... Wise boy. never critique a womans choice of clothing.

Emist blinked before looking up. He had been playing with a leaf in his hands when she suddenly accused him.

Peering across the fire towards her he smiled. "I don't think so." he stated honestly. "I think you had valid points for what you wear."

He tossed the small leaf into the flames watching the fire lick it up. "What other people might think at first glance though is that you have money, and alot of it. It'll drive up prices of anything we atempt to buy, and more than that it'll as I said earlier attract bandits."

"I doubt We'll be able to find a ship willing to transport us if you look like a passenger." he commented. "But if you think it won't be an issue, I'm sure you have more experience in this sort of thing that I do."

The blue eyes boy looked shocked, though not scared. "How did you do that?" he asked in awe. "Yes, much better..... And see? I spoke my mind just then." he pointed out. "Is there any chance of you teaching me magic?" he asked hopefully. "All I can do is make that blue light."

Emist blinked his sapphire hues at her. "I don't think so. According to his journal my mother was..."

When she said she woudl teach him he smiled brightly before nodding his head. "Of course! Anything." he said eagerly.

"I would never harm a dragon." he promised. "Even if it came to me losing my life or fighting back, I would never be what I hate." he promised. "Dragons are decedents of Gods... To strike at one would be to strike at my very creator and I would deserve no less than the worse death possible."

He finally picked his blue eyes up off the fire and up into the purple haired woman.

"I swear it on my very soul." he said, keeping his eyes on hers. For such a young human, he was determined. And he knew right from wrong...

He also knew he wanted to learn magic... Magic that coudl help free the Silver Dragon.