Riakon took a deep breath of fresh clean air and let out a sigh of relief as they walked the vast green meadows of the Green Sea outside of Coastall. While he enjoyed what the city had to offer, he could never truly feel at ease when in such close proximity to so many people.

Being back on the road gave him a sense of calm and put his mind at ease. It felt good to give little Grok a chance to stretch his legs and tiny wings. He felt bad having to keep the fur ball in his pack or hidden away in their room at the Golden Dew.

He watched the garg bound alongside them as they traveled. He kept up on his own for a long while and when he would start lagging behind Riakon would hoist him up to sit on his shoulder. That was becoming a bit more of a task as Grok had grown a fair bit in the week or so since they had found him.

It was moments like this that made their decision to leave the monastery all the more worth it.

He had lived there for nearly thirty years before venturing out with Errrkkkk to strike out on their own. Sure he had gone with his teachers into the nearby town to purchase supplies or sell goods, but the majority of his life was spent at the temple on the mountain.

Now that he was in the wider world Riakon hoped he could get some answers to the questions that plagued him since he was old enough to understand his situation. Just by looking at him most people assume he was a silver dragonkin.

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Silver being one of the many metal dragonkin derived from the good dragon god, Basmu. However, it was his belief and that of his teachers at the temple that he was not silver or any of the common varieties of dragonkin.

Riakon believed with his whole heart that he was platinum. Part of his belief was based on his ability to spray holy water instead of an elemental breath like those of other dragonkin. The other reason was his origin.

Master Rolen, the founder of the monastery, said that not long after the formation of the temple an egg was found at the base of Era’s Tree, the tree that was given to Rolen by the Goddess Era when he dedicated the temple to the Goddess. That was over one hundred years ago.

His egg had stayed unhatched in Rolen’s private chambers for nearly seventy years before one day all those years ago when baby Riakon came into the world. He had a good life at the temple. He had great teachers and was cared for, but it was his seeming connection to Basmu that nagged at him.

No matter how much he prayed or gave offerings to either Basmu or Era, he was never given an answer. He was reaching a breaking point in his ability to just sit around hoping for an answer when Errrkkkk came into his life. Errrkkkk was a kindred spirit. He had hatched at the temple just like Riakon. For the last three years they trained and lived together.

Errrkkkk quickly became his little brother. While everyone at the temple was like one big family, Errrkkkk and Riakon understood each other on a level the others could not. They had no parents, no lineage, and no path to acquire the answers to their questions.

Riakon would occasionally find himself overwhelmed by these thoughts. It was in those moments he would look to his brother Errrkkkk and things would get better. Being on the road and away from the temple made a world of difference and gave him a renewed sense of faith that they might just find the answers to their questions.