She looked at the flute and then the stone. She hesitated, but then shook her head awkwardly. "I do want to trade it, but I have a" she hesitated "'performance' to make. If you can find a meeting spot, I would love to meet you there and trade the flute at that spot, but I really need it right now." She handed you the stone and carefully placed the bone flute in a swirl carved box, showing dragons in the clouds, floating with their wings flapping, and when she opened the box, they came alive, starting to climb her paws but then retreating. She closed the box, and the dragons stood in their spots as if they never moved. She smiled and whispered a bit too loudly, as if forgetting the Neph was there, "A box and a flute, together for ever made by the same person with the same skill for the same purpose" she nodded her head slightly, satisfied, and put away her wares.

"Briam!! Let us go! I thought you were suppost to protect us, Briam!" Gretiem yelled. "HELP US!!!!" The prince yelped for help. Gretiem thrashed around, trying to get free.

"Did you hear that?" Hekate said her eyes perking up. 'HELP US!' "Eos! Someone's in trouble!" The female puffadore yelled dashing off.
"Hekate wait! What about Hyperion?!" The lighira roared. He was torn between the two, his job was to protect the one but his heart wished to save another. After a long thought he took one look at the forest and turned towards the road following Hekate. Together they raced towards the Ny'vene. "Stop! As guard of this kingdom I ask you why you are here!" The lion roared. Briam simply snarled and swiped his tail across the lion's side sending him tumbling across the road. Hekate barked in surprise before releasing the spell she had been forming.
"Thum asose fierara!" She shouted stamping her tiny paw on the ground. A large ball of fire erupted from her maw speeding towards the drake. Briam cried out as he was hit in the back dropping the hatchlings. Pain shot through him as the fire burned the membranes of his wings. This was not like the fire of home, this was magic fire, something dragons were not able to defend against. Then the pain started him his leg, right across his ankle. The lighira had risen and clawed him across the ankle. That was when he fell, the tendon in his ankle having been severed. He cried out again hitting the ground. Another ball of fire hit him from the tiny puffadore, though no pain followed. His limps grew numb as he fell into darkness.

"Are you alright?" Hekate asked the hatchlings dusting the dirt off them with her tail. Eos limped up to them, the skin on his right side dirty and a bit bloody. "Where did they come from?"

Gretiem stared in horror at Briam. "You don't know who I am? I'm the prince of Defrois!"

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~Countess Nyra~
"Don't worry, Gretiem. I got this." Like lightning, Nyra struck. Her crystals constantly floating around her zoomed towards Briam and hit the drake in pressure spots, one in the base of the back of the skull and the second one around the edge of the collarbone. Nyra grabbed Gretiem, glared at the puffadores and lighira and hauled him onto her back. "We're going back!" She whooped, lifting off into the air and flying back towards Defrios

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~Tempheralita~
Huffing, Tempi caught up with the crown prince. "Hyperion, now that you've kind of freed a couple of Ny'venes, let's try to find the healer. We still have your mother to care for." What Tempi didn't tell them, was that she just wanted an adventure. She knew there were rumors, so that would be a great excuse for an adventure!

~Felicity~
Feli's ears perked up as she picked up a cry of anguish through her heightened senses. Curious, she glided soundlessly over the leaves after a small spell of "Voleo," As she neared the commotion, she found an unconcious Ny'vene on the ground while two took off. She looked around, careful not to be seen. As her gaze found the prince, she found he was looking in her direction. With a silent yelp, Feli jumped backwards and shimmied up a tree and watched. Hopefully he didn't see her. She was wearing her cloak, so even of he did he wouldn't recognize her. She just hoped the prince wasn't too curious and would come looking for her.

Gretiem covered his eyes, hoping that him being scared of heights wouldn't show. He clung onto Nyra, putting his face in her scales. "T..Thanks..."

Just as the hatchling tried this though Briam used the last of his strength to catch her mid flap. Her soft wing was no match for his teeth as he bit down on it tearing the membrane just enough so that she could not fly. The drake groaned exhausted by the action. His head fell back to the ground hatchlings clamped firmly between his jaws. Hekate rushed to their rescue again, carefully pulling them from the dragons mouth. "Oh dear!" She exclaimed upon seeing the hurt hatchlings wing. "May I bandage that for you?" She asked nicely knowing that sometimes Ny'venes felt a bit headstrong and liked to refuse help for even the smallest of reasons.

(Hyperion was never at the fight...he is still running through the woods.)

Dang it! He had lost sight of Tempi, now he was alone and lost in these deep woods. Hyperion cursed under his breath not at all happy where this day was headed.

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((Okay then Hekate saw a flash of Feli))

~Countess Nyra~
"Naw, I'm fine. You do know that the metabolic rate of Ny'venes are very high, right, puffadore?" Nyra glanced at her wing. "I'll be able to fly in a matter of minutes. Meanwhile, I can still fly... without wings." With a click of her claws, the crystals floated back to Nyra and piled together, still floating. "Cm'on, Gretiem." With that, Nyra pulled Gretiem onto her floating pile of crystals and commanded her crystals to move. It was quite slow, but it worked. Soon, they were floating high in the air above the conflict and headed to Defrios.

"Stupid stuck up ny'venes!" Hekate growled, stamping her little paw down again. Something flashed then off to her left. She turned already muttering the words of a spell as she looked around. Nothing? Could it have been her imagination? Probably. She ended the spell and looked to the Ny'vene that lay on the ground. His scales were torn and burned leaving him with nasty cuts and bruises. They could t just leave him there, not if they had any dignity about them. The puff trotted over to him and healed the major wounds of his, though in doing so she also took care to wipe his mind clean of any thoughts he ever had. He would not recall anything, so he was no threat to them. Eos looked about suddenly panicked. "If you are here Tempi then where is Hyperion?!"