(Arch and Cerali) The Archivers

Etheran glances up. "normal or cause for alarm?"

 

Well considering that, the dragon is named Spit Fyre, thats perfectly fine. But there is no one Piloting him.......

 

Etheran frowned, then waved a hand, completing the spell and sending the golem to their realm. "shall I go check it out?"

 

No. That Dragon has helped make BoneFyre, something strong enough to kill the undead.

 

Etheran smiled. "I'll be fine. I just wish to speak to it."

 

He won't talk to you. You aren't his Imprinter nor Navigator nor a Pilot of him.

 

Etheran frowned, then sighed. "fine. he could have told me so much...."

 

Or he could've eaten you.

 

Etheran laughed. "oh, I would've just reformed in a thousand years anyway."

 

That's a thousand years that you could've been studying this world during......gone..

 

Etheran shrugged. "when I returned, I'd just go back to the point when I died. but that's irrelevant, I guess."

 

Yeah. We're waiting until nighttime though.

 

Etheran nodded and sat down.

 

((Timeskip?))

 

(yeah. )

 

*Later that evening, the full moon was high above the Marram Marshes and Spit Fyre had been circling the Wizard Tower on and off all day. He had gone to his field where he still prowled around. A gentle splashing was heard to Arch and Etherans left, in a stream running from the coast they stood on, deep into the Marshes.*

 

Etheran tilted their head.

 

That's either the boggart, or we need to move.

 

Etheran spread his wings. "let's not take any chances, shall we?

 

Creature that I spy, I see you, now Identify!

Boggart: As Zelda's Boggart, I hereby Identify.

Arch: See? No issue.