| One year later, Tuveth sat ready
outside Cathair Utopian, waiting for Kaladrin to arrive.
Despite his promise, Kaladrin had continued stealing,
although on a much smaller scale. Over the course of a
year though, those small things had amounted into quite a
collection, which Kaladrin had chosen to bury nearby, for
retrieval at a later date. Tuveth had grown into a small, yet sleek looking silver. His scales were very pale, and slightly irridescent so that he shimmered in the light. The effect was one that made observers question if the dragon was really there. Kaladrin, of course, approved of this look.
Shadow had also grown into a small dragonfly, much smaller even than a green. His colours had remained a swirl of silver, starry and copper, but the tone had darkened somewhat.
Kaladrin arrived now with just a small bag of possessions. Those essentials he couldn't do without. Despite D'lan's enthusiasm to get rid of him, he was now required to return to Cathair Fionabhainn, where he was needed to fight the Tabriz. Since he'd Imprinted Tuveth, he'd grown in maturity, and so was far more conscientous and careful. The occasional theft just couldn't be resisted though. It took time to reform an entire personality, something which Kaladrin was resisting. He liked how he was, and argued often with Tuveth about this. Eventually, Tuveth would win out, but for now, things could continue was they were... |
