(Was told by a few people that I should throw this RP story up here, as some people seem to enjoy stories written by others on these forums. While this story was mostly written by me, other people have contributed from their perspectives. I will detail who is writing the story before each post. This first one is from me) (Backstory: Prior to this story, Mave Gerhart had retired to a quiet life away from Britannia. When something didn't seem quite right, he asked for the assistance of his old comrades, Beowulf Thormear and Vaen Swiftar.) As the sun's rays gently touched the house sitting on the northern part of Dark Cove, Vaen rustled around in bed, resisting the light that attempted to wake him from his slumber. His wife who lay next to him leaned down closely to his ear and whispered, "Wake up sleepy head." Grumbling to himself, Vaen sat up slowly and stretched his arms to the air, looking out the window to the horizon as the sun reared itself up over the water level. He brought his hands to his eyes to rub the sleep from them, and turned towards Brianha with a slight grin. "You know that if you go with me, you're staying with Aless, and not going with Mave, Beo and I." She nodded and placed a hand softly on his shoulder, and then leaned her head down, placing her head on her hand, looking up to him. "I know, love. But I'm going. And you can't stop me." Vaen chuckled at her words, always having admired her stubbornness. He patted her hand twice and kissed her forehead, and then removed the warm blankets from their bed, and stood up. "Hopefully Beowulf is up and ready. Damn guy was late for his own party last night." "You expected him to be on time, love? Perhaps you are losing your senses with your youth." Vaen looked sharply to her and then let out a light laugh, "Beowulf would be late for his own funeral." Brianha grinned and then stood up from the bed, and reached over, putting on a robe. She walked over to Vaen and kissed him lightly, wrapping her arms around him and laying her head on his chest. "When do we leave?" Running a hand through her hair, he kissed the top of her head and whispered softly to her, "Mave said he was sending transportation. It should arrive within ten minutes of sun rise. So we have about ten minutes." "Have you said your goodbyes to all of your friends?" "Most of them. A few I did not get to see, but that is no matter." Brianha nodded and took a step back, heading towards the far corner of the room, where a few bags lay, filled to the max with clothing, equipment, and other assorted items. "Where is Beo meeting us?" "Mave has sent for transportation to Beowulf as well." Brianha nodded. Something then caught her attention out of the corner of her eye, and she peered out the window to the ground below. She nearly shrieked as she jumped backwards. "What the hell! There are dragons outside!" Vaen raised a brow and stepped towards the window, looking down. There sat two small dragons, each with a saddle and a one large bag on eaither side of the saddle. He turned towards Brianha and winked, "Our transportation has arrived." "You're joking." "Nope." "We're flying? What if I fall off?!" "Hope we're over water, and hope you can swim." Brianha slapped Vaen's arm and then sighed. "I don't have another alternative, do I?" "Nope." Brianha sighed, and then walked towards the corner of the room to retrieve the bags. Vaen followed her, grabbing a few of the bags. Both of them took one final look over their bedroom. "I'll miss this place," Vaen said. Brianha nodded in agreement, "As will I. But we'll be back soon enough." "Nadia is old enough to watch the house. Hopefully she doesn't have too many parties." "She's your daughter." "Mmm, I hope we have a house when we return." Brianha laughed at his words, and the two of them slowly made their decent out of the house, taking a little longer than normal as they savor their view of each room of the house. A sad smile splaying on both of their lips as they finally make their way outside. Vaen took their packed bags and loaded them up on the larger bags provided to them by their transportation. Holding Brianha by the waist, he hoisted her up onto her dragon. "Now just hold onto the reins. You'll be fine. She nodded to him, and then he took his spot onto his dragon. They both turned around to take one final look at their home. Brianha let out a soft, sad sigh. "Onward!" Vaen commanded, as he snapped the reins of his dragon. The dragon sprinted forward and spread its wings, jumping off the small cliff overlooking the water and took to flight. As soon as Vaen's dragon took to flight, Brianha's dragon quickly followed suit.