"Okay, then if you will follow me?" Spiriah leaves the room and leads the way upwards through the long, spiraling warren of rooms to the top of their father's lair. It was the path most difficult for a non-flyer to use, and thus, less riddled with traps. As the exited the cave, Spiriah unfurled her wings and stretched first. Then, she took off into the sky towards the east.

She swayed on her path to use clouds as cover from the surface below. It was dense with forests and mountains, but Spiriah was very cautious thanks to all the drilling Morlun did to plant a healthy amount of fear into her. It helped that her scales were a very light blue.

The flight took about an hour. Spiriah didn't move far from her father's lair, and maybe that was beneficial in this case where time was short. She spiraled down and landed on a hilly landscape covered in trees. A large lake adorned the hillside, rolling downwards at a steady pace.

"This way," she whispered. "Um... hold your breath." The young dragon dove into the water and through a cave just beneath the surface. It curved back upwards into a homely cave that allowed a young dragon to live... "cozily".

She shook off the water and the rolled herself onto a large pile of finely-cut furs and woven rugs. Chaarix could tell were all crafted by humans.

"Go on, dry yourself off on them," Spiriah said, rolling off them to let her older sister try.

Did Chaarix dare try?