[Skay Ravendi]

"Weakling." That was a single thought that Skay had in her mind as she smiled inside a warm smile towards the elf. And then the dragon spoke again, the voice filling the air of the winter. "Liar." It was a simple, but perhaps quite striking word that was spoken to A'lentas. But this was what the draconess thought and now she began to feel that she had to tell this to the winged one, that he needed a bit more guidance or perhaps encouragement.

The big figure sighed. "You have your life, you have your wings and your eyes. What else do you think you can have? Crowns, mansions? I could give you that, but would it make you say that you have something then? Or is it a person to love, a job or a habbit that you would love? A goal? For you can never be born with that. You have to find those things. Do you not have your eyes, your hands and your heart to find them? 'Cause I can see that you do." The dragon looked away for a short moment and then back at the elf.

"You have been blessed with wings and incredible beauty. A very hard thing to carry. But then everything can be both a blessing and a curse. Being born as a noble has its downs, you're usually forced to marry people without love, forced to abide by the etiquette, never to do what you trully wish. And yet most would be jealous, for you get riches, mansions and have all brightenings without a job. Being born a simple man, can be a blessing, you have no obligations and you can enjoy a simple life, though most such people shall wish with no avail to be heroes. Whereas a hero shall wish to be a simple man."

The dragon sighed again. Damn winged one. "Do you really not see what you have, winged one? You have been blessed with wings. Do you know how many like you there are in the Empire? You can fly, yet you do not seem to value it, while others would be willing to give away everything for such an ability." The draconess really did not know what to say to the elf, she just knew that she could not yet let him go, not yet. And besides, she was interested. "You know what brings happiness though? It is the ability to be happy about small things. Have you ever looked at the sky and seen its blue? Into the fire, thinking of nothing at all? Have you ever tried living free? Loving everyone, just letting yourself go? Ever felt passion? Not love, but passion."

And then she remembered the most important thing. "Have you ever tried... creating? It is said that there is nothing as wonderful as creating something, caring for it and watching it grow. Be it a student of yours, a child, a plant or an animal. Or even a business. There is nothing more descructive than boredom. And it seems that that's the exact diseasse that you caught." She would have smiled, if her form allowed that, but as it didn't the dragon just watched the elf.

"You know when I found my purpose? After patterns of running from my fears and other things, I took arcana lessons by an accident. Back then I did not know what it was, nor what I could do with it. But with every new spell, with ever new ara weave I got more and more interested in it. Why? I am not sure. But it began to fascinate me. It was something that I could do with my own claws, somethin of great power, both desctructive and creative. It became motivation. It was arcana that gave me strength and comfort during rough times. And because of that I became stronger. Because of that I can search for something that is for me. For that purpose."