Quetz landed smoothly on the lush green grass of Ensmoire and crouched a little in order for Dawn to alight. When Dawn was a little further away, he turned and padded his way to the nearest Eoben. The tree lowered its branch for him and he climbed it. The branch lifted up taking him with it. The leaves and flowers of various hues belonging to pink ranging from coral to fuchsia, salmon and rose, spread themselves, as the branches opened their arms to cradle him like they were his mommy.
Dawn was left standing out as she watched her dragon going back to his abode like a little baby. She could feel his anguish and how he felt about his dependency on his rider. 'Quetz talk to me,' she said. 'I am sorry as to what happened up there, but I told you already, the things just went out of control.'
There was no answer, only the sound of raking the branches.
