It was a splendid cool night by the Lake Aelin, birds where singing under the nice moon shine and the pleasent breeze was as always here. Hundreds of thousand stars were twinkling in the sky when something big and white came diving from the sky silent as a swooping hawk. In this quiet symphony by the water, a mighty splash was heard and the haze did spun with the sudden shift of air. Then again all was quiet, if not for the lucky crickets singing their song.

Geis paused, sniffing the air. Everything smelled... healthy. Normal. All in all, what a forest should smell like with hints of death here and there but with that overpowering odor known as life. The presence of that never-ending cycle that was nature announcing itself to all those who had ears to hear with and noses to sniff with. But no dragon. Geis sighed and then silently berated himself. What had he expected? That he would be able to find the famed white dragon seer just by entering his territory? He had never met a dragon and hadn't even the faintest clue how one smelled! For all he knew the dragon was just... there somewhere. Hiding.

He had a mental image of a cat stuck in a tree (he honestly hadn't meant to chase it... it had just happened) and then substituted a dragon there.

Aquis giggled as if reading his thoughts as she zoomed around his head. Geis groaned. Yes, that was a rather odd mental image. Dragons didn't hide in trees any more often than a lupine would. Probably less, it'd take an awfully big tree to hide a dragon in. A lot bigger than he was used to anyways, and he had seen some fairly impressive pieces of vegetation in his travels. As day turned to night around the lupine traveler as he walked, he considered his rumbling stomach and shrugged. Lupines, like wolves, could last for days without food-

Water on the other hand...

As if summoned by his thought, there was a giant splash of water. Ever curious and having scented no danger, Geis perked up his ears and tried to get a bead on the general direction of- ah ha! That way! With a sprinting lope he moved towards the source of water at a sprint with his elemental guardian/friend giggling behind him.

Sahadir penetrated the water and grasped that big fish he been looking for, about 35 inches was but a mouthful but a nice treat none theless. Slowly his head breached the water by the shore, Looking about for anything out of place. He was sure no one had seen him. Hidden in the low haze he was like a pearly pale rock, He smelled something but the wind did not favor him at the moment. He lost the sent without beeing able to figure it out, bidding his time he knotted hsi bydy for a jump. But the haze that hid him also blocked his sharp eyes.

With another splash the dragon jumped upward from the water with a leap and spread its wings to fly ashore with slow powerful flapps, his prize hold in his front left talons.
There was a wolfkin running towards him with great eager, he had attracted some attention afterall.

Ralph stumbled out of the woods that surrounded the majestic Lake Aelin. He squinted, his eyes yet adjusting to the sudden brightness as he entered the clearing. He hopped down from a ledge and walked over towards the lake. Until something caught his eye, something big. He jumped in surprise at the slight. Such a mighty dragon stood before him! He was filled with awe and stumbled closer, but not too close. He sat down, and continued to stare.

The scaly creature stretched its wings and yawned a long one, while shaking his head slowly from side to side. Air was a good thing to breath again. Suddenly he saw a small child of sorts hiding in the bushes. Staring with the intensity on the live White Dragon that was shining under the moon light, the water only made more reflect of his pearly white scales.

"You may approach to me, I swear thee no Ill will." The dragon spoke in a deep voice like that of a huge waterfall, making some of the closest the leaves tremble, and silenced the crickets.

Ralph jogged down to the dragon. Leaves fluttered down about him as he approached. "Wow." He gapped in amazement, the dragon was so big compared to him. Its gleaming white surface shinning at him. The hobbit tilted his head, tapped the ground with his halberd.

"So you are...him?" He watched the white dragon intently. Almost as though he feared the dragon would disappear at any moment. He shifted his weight from one foot to the next. Rinse and repeat. The hobbit finally noticed the other person there. "A....wolf-ish person?" He stood there, trying to figure out what this being was. "A...lupine? Am I right?" He drummed his fingers on the reinforced wooden rod of his halberd. He jogged around for a moment, no apparent reason why. Perhaps it was just how the little hobbit went about figuring things out. Pacing about till it came to him, distracting his body with action, simple action that feed the mind. "So who are you?" He asked the lupine.

Sadahir bowed his long neck and tried to be as none threatening as he could.
The little Childling thing, seemed to be quite energetic and armed. It puzled the dragon and made him more curious.

"I might be."Said the dragon trying to figure them out. He continued,"hwo do you think I am? Mister...?" Sadahir was waiting for the creature to introduce itself, he expected it to do so if it had any manners of class at all.

Ralph circled the dragon again, inspecting him. "You are a white dragon right? Not many white dragons I think. Its interesting." He came back to the front, "I am Ralph, a hobbit. What a pleasure it is to meet you kind dragon sir." He smiled and drummed his halberd rhythmically. "Do you know who the person over there is?" He pointed to the lupine. Watching the dragon still after pointing for any response. A leaf fell onto Ralph's head and he shook it off vigorously. Then another fell on his head, rinse and repeat. "Huh?" He looked around, why did they keep falling on his head? The only ones around were the leaves at his feet and on his head. He mumbled, hacking at the leaves before they could fall upon his head. Perhaps he seemed a little random to the dragon, Ralph didn't have much of a care for knowing what others thought of him. He was who he was and he was fine with that.

He flexed to pose for the inspecting hobbit to set an example and to humor him. Showing how strong and fresh he was. The Hobbit was armed like a warrior and semed to suffer from nerwes as he drummed with his fingers. A sign of animosity, but surly he had nothing to fear here?

"The wolfkindred arrived the same time as you did, Master hobbit. And he will speak when he choose to, Not a moment before." He paused and stood up on his hind feet towering even more over them."I am Sadahir the wize, Ruler under the White Dragon Tree in the Misty forest. Do you seek me or are you just here to fish like me?" He stood down on all four again, and breathed a fresh breath of air. To blow away the leaves that seemed to couse this anxiety like behavior.

Ralph grinned, still drumming his fingers on the shaft of his halberd. Yet now it was of a recognizable tune. "Just passing through actually. I heard you, came looking, found you, found him." He nodded to the lupine. "So what do you do with all that time on your hands? I know what I do, I do it quite well. Mercenary, thats me. Bodyguard, item retrieval, and general thug beating." He stretched as much as his little body allowed, then turned about to the lupine. He sighed in disappointment, he never had met a lupine before. Disappointingly the lupine did not respond at all. So he returned his focus to the Dragon. By now a decent pile of leaves had accumulated about his feet. "So...yes well I'm not the best talker." He sighed shaking his head, he really needed to work on his people skills. People skills meant he could sneak past the crowds better too.

It wasn't that Geis didn't wish to respond, he couldn't. Just being in the presence of the White Dragon... somehow... made something deep inside his soul resonate. Images, memories, feelings... all flashed past the lupine in one big whirl that he was helpless to control. In truth, he did not wish to control it. It was something special that had been invoked... he was reading bones before his time was over. This was a gift, unintentional or not, that had been bestowed. And he was not about to become one who refused a favor as great as this one just out of mere fear. Mere superstition. That was how... that was how...

But then he was gone, lost in his memories.

He saw his mate, nursing their firstborn.

He saw the plague that ripped away his friends, his family... his son.

He saw what happened to his mate. He saw what happened to himself.

He saw the elders, immune but so pitiful in the face of the outbreak.

He saw himself, wise and yet innocent. Naive and too trusting.

He saw Her.

And then he was back. Returned. Loremaster and clan elder once again despite his young age. Honor among honors... but he would never return. Never see the might-have-beens the could-have-beens... never even see what happened to... but then he didn't wish to think of it anymore and instead discovered that he had been crying.

He bowed low.

"My thanks, great one." He said softly.

Ralph jumped at the sound of the lupine. "He speaks!" He wandered over to the lupine, looking at him with interest. Though he was not in the same sort of awe as he was with the white dragon, this person was still very interesting. "Hello." He smiled, "If I may, whats your name sir?" He leaned on his halberd. Leaves fluttered down around him, landing on his head once more. This provoked more leaf hacking and swatting. Soon a new pile had accumulated about the spontaneous hobbit. He didn't like these leaves! They were so annoying, always getting in his hair and floating through his vision! He snorted, hacking more leaves in two, threes, and fourths. One, two, three, four, five, six leaves, all in quick succession fell to his blade. Ralph stopped, pleased that he had defeated the invading leaves throughly. He snickered with glee at his work.

The Little hobbit was still acting a but mad, bit it amused the kind Sadahir. But it also annoyed him that he would not give his name. Rude it was.

The Wolfkind seemed a bit lost but got himself together again. Surely there was a sense of serenity, but when he bowed and gave thanks it just made him confused.

"Well, I offer to share this fish. I always eat alone see."

He turned to the Wolfkin.

"Annything I could do for you silverfur, foreststrider, moonling of the tribe?"
He liked naming things, and he was back into the habbit as he talked to Coldfur.