Once Forgotten 3.6

Amaryll was all smiles as she made her way through the City of Saixus. It was quite possibly one of the oldest cities on the Northern Continent, having been in use for countless millennia. Saixus was said to have been the first human to share the blood of a dragon.
Above her, the sky was filled with many of her race in dragon form, hauling goods to and from the rest of their nation. Flying was the primary type of transportation, considering that most of the cities and villages could only be reached from the sky.
“Ryllie!” A dragonesse shrieked, almost tackling her to the ground. Two other girls and a couple of burly, young men came running up behind her. Another boy hurried up, smaller than the other two, not as strong looking. His eyes, however, shone with an uncanny intelligence.
“Allarah! Emriea! Marinea! Ocnius! Trandus!” Amaryll gasped as each of them embraced her. She came to the last boy and hung back slightly. “Hello, Jaspric.”
Jaspric gave her a roguish wink and swung her in the air, showing off the strength his small frame hid. “Where in all Alphairria have you been?? We were about to prepare our own peregrination just to search for you!”
“Well, I don’t know about the rest of you lot, but I’m starving!” Ocnius grumbled. His sister, Emriea, punched him in the gut, causing him to stumble a bit.
“Our princess has just returned and all you can think about is your stomach?!” She hissed.
Amaryll came to his rescue. “Actually, I’m rather famished myself. I haven’t had the chance to get a decent meal in nearly a week.”
Emriea did a complete turn about. “Well, why didn’t you say so?! We could all use a bite or two to eat, really.”
Ocnius rolled his eyes. “I swear one o’ these days, I will lose my patience, you overfed windbag!”
Emriea, having heard him mumble something, shot him a nasty glare. “I’m sorry, what was that?!”
“What was what? I didn’t hear anything.” Trandus answered for his friend.
Marinea stepped between them then, her emerald eyes shining with concern. She brushed back her silk like brown hair. “Really, would you please stop this? I have enough wounds to deal with at the Infirmary!”
Ocnius shrugged apologetically, slightly embarrassed. “Sorry, Nea. I keep forgetting.”
Allarah, who was taller than the other girls, and definitely a Warrior, shrugged. “Huh, I’d actually love to see those two deck it out. Wouldn’t you, Ryllie?”
She thought for a moment, seriously pondering it over. Marinea gasped. “Oh, Amaryll, you can’t be serious?!”
Her friend turned to her. “You know the Arena is the best place to get disputes, grudges, and what not settled. Why not let them just have at it?”
“Simple, really.” Jaspric spoke up. The others turned to him. “We can’t afford to have a good Warrior down on what could be the eve of battle.”
“What?!” Ocnius roared. His sister and the others burst into laughter.
Jaspric held out a palm, using his power to keep the giant at bay. “Now, now, we’ve both seen that sister of yours fight. Do you honestly think you could best her?”
Ocnius sighed and backed down, grumbling to himself. Trandus spoke up. “Right, can we go grab something to eat, now?”
Amaryll laughed and began leading the way, but she was floored by a ball of green fur. “Amryl! Amryl! Good see! Good see!”
“Leopold! You cheeky little monster, get off me!” Amaryll cried out in laughter, as she flung the clingy creature away. He stood no higher than a foot and a half tall, yet was as long as three feet, from the tip of his snout to the tip of his furred tail. Green leathery wings circled him as he perched on a barrel, a little horn protruded from the center of his forehead. An imp. The cheeky little miscreant bobbed his head in excitement at having caught his mistress unawares.
“Mistress no see me! Mistress no see Leopold!” He shrieked, twirling in the air before landing on her shoulder and rubbing his head against her cheek.
“Alright, you. I may have missed you slightly.” She laughed. The others had watched in fascination. Imps were creatures of pure mischief. To see any of them domesticated was astounding, although draigons had much better chances of taming them than any other race.
They continued on, with Leopold perched on Amaryll’s shoulder like a large bird. Amaryll gave a faint sigh. She had missed this, the hustle and bustle of the streets, the calls of vendors, and the gossiping of the elders. There weren’t many elders left, due to the Civil War, yet those that remained gladly passed on their knowledge into the Collective that bound them all together.

Marinea dove into a shop that sold herbs and potions, eager to restock her supply, as well as place orders for the clinic she worked in. Jaspric eyed a stand that was full of charms with disdain. The owner, seeing his glance, glared at him, until they began arguing over the authenticity of the charms’ magic. Trandus, Ocnius, and Emriea were off inspecting a vendor selling knives, testing the blades and haggling over the prices. Allarah stood against a column for one of the shops, a smile playing at her lips as she surveyed the people she fought so hard to protect.
Amaryll sighed, causing a raised eyebrow from Allarah. Amaryll smiled. “It’s good to be back.”