Thread: Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin))

An airship was on its way to Fanelia, carrying supplies toward the nation that was trying to rebuild itself. They were a group of merchants, skilled fighters and traders from Austria. Their leader, a young rebellious woman who was the daughter of their former employer, stood at the front of the bridge, glancing out at the glass windows that allowed them to see everything before them. Noting the flames that were coming out of the forest, her brows rose with interest. Her sub commander came to her side and noticed the flames as well. A dragon, he said slowly as he glanced around the bridge. They all knew that there were dragons around Fanelia, for it was one of the most known facts about the small country. It was one of the reasons why merchants preferred to not travel on foot throughout the land, fear of running into one of the beasts. It would surely kill them and all their merchandise. This did not detour the young merchant though. She was the daughter of a wealthy merchant who had passed away shortly before Zaibach had fallen. Thus it became her job to take care of the company, which she did more than willingly. Not being able to stand court, she eagerly ran off to run the family business. It was in her blood, having the same sense of adventure that her father had while he was alive. Leaning closer to the glass, the woman smirked and started barking out orders to her men to lower the airship. I want a closer look at this dragon. She said in a slightly husky voice. The men began to protest, not wanting to risk the ship, but a firm scolding from her got them to bow in submission. Soon the airship was descending, and the young merchant went outside onto the bow of the airship. She had climbed it all her life, ever since she was a child, and knew that she would keep her bearings. Crouching low to the bow of her ship, she held on and glanced down at the forest that was getting closer. She saw the slain dragon, and a few men corning the one covered in dragon blood. The situation immediately appeared to be fowl. The men were fighting the lone knight, who appeared to be from the area from his garb. She immediately grabbed onto a loose cable and jumped off of her airship, swinging downward into the forest. Landing on top of one of the men who were going to attack the man covered in dragon blood. Unsheathing her blade, she brought it down on another and kicked the man she landed on down so he would stay there. With a playful smirk on her face, she winked at the man holding the huge sword and stood beside him, holding up her dainty saber. It had elaborate writing on it, clearly indicating that it was an antique. Need help stranger? she asked in a chipper tone. The bodice around her torso was made of leather, as was the brown trousers on her legs. She had boots up to her knees and a sash wrapped around her hips. Her white shirt was fluffy around the shoulders, cut short to reveal her tanned skin. Wearing gloves over her hands, she gripped the sword tightly with her right arm. On her left was a jeweled ring, signaling that she was a member of a higher glass family. Her long curly locks flew about her shoulders and back, soft and silky looking as the sunlight hit it. Her green eyes flashed up and met the crystal blue ones of the errant knight.