Valryssa Scarlet, Dragon
Fire Guild
Fire Guild Headquarters, Dracora, Raya
[Destination: Tyanis, Dyrin]
@Gaster


The Kindred Flames were naturally located near the bottom of the city, mostly as a safety precaution. Though only practitioners of fire magic could make use of the teleportation system, such people were not exclusively Guild members. If any of the Flames were compromised, it would be easier to defend the city from the higher ground down than the other way around.

While this made logical sense, it didn’t stop Valryssa from mumbling all the way down to the bottom of the city. So caught up in her own smoldering thoughts, she hardly noticed how the other people in the streets gave her a wide berth once they saw her coming. One look and they knew the fire-lady wasn’t someone to mess with—especially today.

The Hall of the Flames could be compared to a great terminal, with its long hallway lined with the bonfire-sized purple flames. As always the halls were buzzing with activity, mostly with attendants caring for the flames and directing what little traffic came through. Guards of all shapes and sizes stood stoically beside each column, warily watching all who passed by. Valryssa ignored every one of them, keeping her chin up high as she strode to her destination: the Skybound Flame—perhaps one of the busiest teleports there.

Bypassing the line immediately, she went straight up to the attendee.

“Valryssa Scarlet, reporting to Skybound City,” she stared down at the lizard-like being, who fidgeted at her appearance. “Have any of my...” she hesitated on the word, hating to acknowledge anyone as her equal. “…companions… arrived.”

The lizard flinched, and glanced apologetically at the line behind Valryssa. “Er, um, well… Ma’am, you see…”

“Do you speak Common tongue? Or am I speaking with a buffoon?” Valryssa snapped, growing impatient with his blubbering.

He jumped, squeaking slightly. “Er, er, I… Yes, just…. Just one moment please.” He glanced down at a scroll stretched out in his hands. “Um, yes, the Kitsune Izuru… She’s waiting yonder… One other of your companions opted to travel by sea, and so… Erm, that leaves… That is, we’re still waiting on—”

Having enough from the attendant, Valryssa turned and looked for the Kitsune he had mentioned. It didn’t take long to spot the person in question: a young woman who would have looked human, were it not for the three red fox tails sprouting from her posterior. Valryssa crossed her arms and considered the creature. Though she looked young, the dragon knew better than to assume a Kitsune’s age. She very well could have been older than Valryssa herself.

“Are you Izuru?” she demanded, still eyeing the Kitsune through narrowed eyes.