Serin Tai had been meandering through most of Imythess now and was becoming very use to the surroundings. He had found many interesting people and he had found limitless time to do what ever he pleased. Where in Spirel he would have been fighting for his life, with every step he took. So many of the mornings Serin would spend his day roaming the countryside and in search of food. Then by night fall he would train vigently untill he felt his muscles and body give out on him. Then he would sleep to a quiet peaceful night under the stars and then awake the next morning to train again before heading out to travel and search.

He felt almost like an animal... he had hardly spoken to anyone since his arrival only three if he could remember correctly. Then there was the bar fight that ended in him smashing a table across a guys head with a single flick of his tail. He had hated to do it but the man had been drunk and rather irrational.

But today he had found the shore and had stopped his travels to train all day by the ocean so blue. His ice blue eyes shut as he went through multiple stances and moves. His body a lucid form that smoothed through beat to beat. His feet sliding through the hot sand while his jacket trench, and boots lay on the ground in the sand off to the side of him. His feet should be burned by the sun warmed sand yet he was completly amuse to fire some would think. Hell being a DragonHeir was good enough but a HellFire DragonHeir. He finally opened his eyes and his moved picked up a more rough texture about them and his thrusts and kicks more powerful now. He was training in the art of DragonSinge. He was becoming more and more capable of his powers now as well. For his hands glowed lightly as they thrust and fadded when they retracted.

Yes it was another day in this beautiful paradise indeed.

A rustle could be heard as a child like figure awoke with a soft yawn. Sand from the shore being tossed into the air as the figure got to its' feet. A large brown cloak covered most of the figure, except for a few holes where you could see a white cloth underneath. The figure took its hood off, showing a young woman. Every one knew her as Kli, some of them more than just a name. She brushed the sand from her clothes quickly, taking off her cloak to shake the sand off that seemed to never go away. She mumbled softly to herself before folding the cloak up and putting it in a potion bag that she carried her things in. She rubbed her blue grey eyes, waking up to the resplendent sight. She sighed slightly, taking out a peice of cloth and used it to pull back her medium red and black hair that had a slight wave to it. She wore a white shirt, white skirt, and simple brown sandals, nothing special really. "So, what are we going to do today?" She said, her voice quiet as if she was talking to herself. She tore her reluctant eyes from the view to look at a white horse that had recently walked up to her. She started to pet the nose of the horse quietly, staring at its eyes. "You're not very talkitive today are you?" She joked slightly.

"Lets go for a ride, shall we?" The horse nodded as if he had understood, Kli smiled. She put her foot in the stirrups and smiled, getting a better view of the world. She took the reigns, making a sound and the horse started to walk slowly. She hummed softly to herself as the horse walked along the shore, a magnificent day it was. Her eyes skimmed the horizon, seeing a figure along the shore a ways away. It was not for a while before her eyes could see the figure more clearly, and again her mind had gone back to the one of a cat. A curious thinking drew her near, as it almost always had. She grew closer and closer, soon finding herself in speaking range. "There come more trainees each day.." She said quietly with a slight laugh. "It is a wonder that we are not overcrowded in this land.." She said as the horse stopped. She still sat on the horse, finding no reason to get down just yet. "You know, it is not much use training without a master. Sure, you can do it, but once you are in a real fight you'll need the experience of fighting both mentally and physically."

Her eyes wandered about slightly.

Serin turned at the first sound of the voice , though it were a whisper. His eyes fell on the horse and its rider and his ice blue hues looked her over as she continued to talk. His wings snapped out and then in just as quickly. A painful snap echoed when he did so. But he seemed not to feel any pain. His tail lashed back and forth behind him as he considered her words. His brow quirked and he smiled. "Indeed...But as many think me to be a demon, finding anyone to fight with is a little hard here in this land. In Spirel it was different, everyone had horns, tails and wings...others even had brushings of scales...but here...." He says looking down with a sigh steaming smoke poured from his nose "Everyone thinks to have horns you are demon, or demon blood of some sort... They run or challenge to kill" He bowed to the woman and her horse wondering why the horse wasn't spooked around him. He had the scent of a dragon usually scared even the bravest of steeds. He smirked some and came out of his bow to her and called out "My name is Lor...." He paused his teeth gritting together and sighed "My name is Serin Tai-Lous DragonHeir..." He smiled again letting his rage vanish. He seemed to be well taught in manners and of speaking well...he had to be high born. Yet he seemed modest and concluded as nothing more then a wander. "And what is your name Ma'ma?" He asks holding a hand out slightly.

Kli watched him quietly, studying him as she did so many. "It may be hard, but sometimes the harder you try the better results you will get.. If there are any like you, in appearence, that have not been killed, he or she must be strong and resourceful and could give you a better more effective training than training by yourself..." She said. She knew that if she got off of the horse, it would run away, so she still sat there contently. "Well hello.." She said, giving a slight bow of the head to show respect. In her city it was the same as a curtsie if you were on a horse. "You may call me Kli..." She said. "The whole long names seem to make just about doze off after the fith word.." She joked, thinking how people named their children such long and boring names. She brushed the horses mane with her fingers slightly, before looking back at him. "Where are you from, if I might ask? For I am greatly interested in what place you refer to.. There are so many cities, countries.." She said, fading off as her mind wandered slightly as if she was thinking of all the places in the world at once. She snapped out of it though.