Yana looked into the farmland around him with disinterest as his foot stomped hard on the packed earth. It had taken only a day or two in his dragon form to reach this little hamlet, but it was time to be alone with his thought. Which had given him nothing but trouble since he was meeting his sister today. Reaching up he pulled on a strand of black hair, and noticed that his tanned arm had a claw instead of fingers again.

Focusing the fingers returned, and he refocused on the road ahead of him. Last time Mother had contacted him she had seemed a bit off, but told him that Pyra had moved into the edges of the kingdom of Masire. This kingdom was both the east most kingdom, and also the one at the center of the continent. No records he had found mentioned other land in the Realm, but all agreed that the Door was the center of this land. With the capital of Revere being in the foothills of the Ring Mountains it was effectively the closest anyone got to the Door.

People called out to one another from the surrounding fields. Though none gave Yana a second glance it was too easy to get annoyed with all the talking after the peace and quiet of the trip. Excluding the stress of the merchant caravan... A groan sounded in his head as he remembered being chased out by the leader of the caravan after his daughter asked for his blessing to marry Yana. Apparently his curiosity into human mating and courting habits made her think he was interested.

While he could have erased the caravan from the road with little issue. Something about the whole situation made him extremely uncomfortable and he fled. Since then, he had been filled with a certainty that the girl was following him. Though impossible, it had made him fly across the ground both figuratively and literally to meet up in the village of Erol. The worst part about it had been explaining it to Mother after she asked about his trip so far. While the link was getting harder for them both, it was still stable enough to communicate.

She had made some odd comments about it being natural to be embarrassed and interested, though Yana was sure that was due to the number of romance novels he had brought her when he was still in the Hold. Perhaps he should have read the novels as well, but they seemed so trite compared to the books on geography and history.

"Hail, stranger! From where do you hail?" A voice broke him out of the troubled thoughts. Looking towards the voice Yana saw a darker skinned youth with the furred ears of a Beastkin.

"From the lands to the south and west to meet family within Erol." Came his response, he had to repeat it enough it was almost instinct now. The youth looked him up and down while frowning.

"Can't say I have seen one that looks like you around here." A tone of caution present. Yana was used to this too, since he hadn't been able to mimic anything similar to Pyra for some reason. He had to stick to a certain color scheme and it was annoying.

"My sister takes more after our mother. Hair the color of ash with red, and always playing with the wee ones?" He was unsure why such odd terms and phrases were used, but when he tried to speak normally they tended to close up. A light appeared in the youth's eyes.

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"Aye, we have seen that lass. Be a right pretty woman your sister." Internally Yana smiled at the embarrassed look on the youth's face. Pyra would probably like the color his face turned, since she was always looking for new shades of red. Putting on a frown he raised an eyebrow at the youth, and the boy looked down before gesturing towards the rising smoke in the distance.

"R-right, she be with Granny Gin. Both won't be hard to miss." He said before returning to his work on the field. It appeared to be a bean plant of some kind, and the youth was carefully watering the ground around each one. It was only a few seconds, just enough to make the soil dark but not muddy. Yana had been keen on agriculture after leaving the caravan, he thought it would be nice to grow something within the Dungeon. Something that didn't rely on Mother to keep it alive with mana at least.

His eyes flared with energy as he looked at the fields with [Mana SIght] and a web of colors appeared before him. The more he used this ability and watched the natural world. The more he understood how connected each flow of mana was with one another. Like it had all been a single flow long ago, like light with a prism.

Continuing down into the village he continued to observe the land around him to calm his racing heart. Soon he would meet her, would she be strong? Would she like him? It frustrated him that he was so concerned about his sister, but something inside continued to twist these worries. He could write a script that would teleport him to the village and even freeze everyone in place. He could level this land with his dragon form, and yet meeting his older sister made him feel worried.

He suddenly realized that he had been standing near a house on the edge of the town square. When his eyes flickered around, he immediately spotted a woman with ash colored hair creating a story from woven flames and light. It was a beautiful display of magical control that almost took his breath away when he saw it. There was no script to anchor the magic just her will moving the strands of mana into delicate patterns and forms. Just a show of magical skill and the audience was just as attentive as he was.

One of them put a hand forwards into the flickering forms, and Yana watched the threads of power separate to let the hand pass through. To most others it just looked like the child's hand passed through the flames unharmed. Something that must have happened a few times since none of the adult watchers seemed to be worried about it. Though they definitely were attentive to the performance before them. Yana was sure that their eyes were sparkling just like the children's were certainly doing. Which is when the story seemed to end, and the ash haired woman looked up at him.

He froze from her gaze, and a storm of emotions seemed to pull him in different directions. This was his older sister, the first born of their Mother, and the Empress of Flames. Watching her journey outside the dungeon was something he had done a lot during the quiet moments in the dungeon. It was such a short time, but the way she controlled the fire was as if it had a life of it's own. He wanted her to be excited to meet him too, he wanted her to be just as nervous. Yet, seeing her there with a big smile on her face it seemed impossible that she was anything if not at ease and just happy.

"Brother." She said, walking towards him, and the villagers looked over in surprise to see a tanned man with black hair and blue eyes. Then, they looked back at the pale skinned woman with hair like burning ashes. They saw no resemblance, but she called him brother. Yana gave up trying to understand, and just ran to Pyra and caught her up in a hug. She returned the embrace and laughed.

"Sister," Yana said, with a smile so large it threatened to become draconic, "I am so excited to meet you finally!"

"I can feel at home with you here." Pyra replied, her smile just as big.

"Okay, well that's great, can we eat lunch now?" Marshall said coming out of a house with a bowl.