Lucent had looked to the stars for as long as she could remember. On cloudy nights when she could no longer see them, she knew that she could still feel their presence. They were always there, always remaining steady when she needed that stability in her life. She prayed to them, sent up offerings sometimes, and no doubt believed wholeheartedly in them.

There is a lot you can tell by a map of the stars. Lucent had often dreamed of swimming far away from the small island she had come from, dreamed of getting out and seeing the world. Because what was out there but the sea, she had thought to herself more times than she could count. She wasn't sure when things began, back when she had been a child born on that lonely island.

However, she digresses that the island has kept her safe for all these years, helped her grow enough food and eat enough meat from the small mammals that lived there.

Alas, it had been time for a change for a long time.

That, she supposed, was how she ended up here: on a hastily-made raft just big enough to fit her large form, and one single small companion perched on her shoulder. A small, all-white serval kitten. She of course couldn't have forgotten Noah, her dear friend, even though he couldn't speak. Either way, Lucent didn't have much to say, she was much too focused on the intense fog they had come across. Now, though, it seemed to be clearing. And was that land?

The stars had always been her guide, ever since she was young, still trapped on that island. She was glad she escaped, even if it was on a rickety floating thing, albeit with her best friend. The stars mapped out every move she made, so it was no wonder that she followed them now, even to an unfamiliar place full of unfamiliar smells. Would the stars make this her new home?

The two reached the land rather quickly, the waves depositing the pair gently onto the beach. The elderly wolf set down Noah onto the sands first and then herself stepped out on the gritty-feeling ground. She wondered what the stars held in store for her now, if she would be welcomed or chased away; one thing was for sure, she could smell other creatures here. Time to find out if they played nice.

"Hello, is anyone around? My name is Lucent and I've come from an island far away from here. I've come to see if I will be welcomed someplace." she called out, voice raspy from disuse, grey and grizzly maw shutting soon after she announced her presence.

♛ I USED TO RULE THE WORLD —

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Although the two may not have remembered each other, their histories were intertwined in ways neither of them could fathom. They had been through so much together, and if the fates saw fit, perhaps their reunion, though unbeknownst as such to the duo, would bring with it a new season for their friendship. Long lasting as it was, their shared histories had faded as much from Silas' memory as surely as it had from Lucent's.

In any case, the dragon had arrived - crash-landing in a pile of scales and grunts in the snow, of course, but there nonetheless. The male straightened, shaking snow from his limbs and wings, a sheepish look on his rounded features. "Sorry 'bout that. I'm not the most graceful creature. In fact, I'd wager I'm the most bloody clumsy of any here. Name's Silas. Silas Draek." The British dragon dipped his head, sweeping his leg out in a dramatic bow.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px white; font-size: 24px; color: #3973ac;"]— SILAS ♛