In Need of Direction (Gifted Crystals)

Snowblaze walked out of the cave that the Icewing's had secured as a home, fiery eyes looking around for any danger. Her tribe had basically been gutted. There weren't many left, and it had taken a toll. At least she had some time to help Atar with adjusting, however good or bad she was at helping him. It was getting tiring now. No leadership. She growl, slashing at the ground with her tailblade. Someone had to step up finally! Maybe... No one would follow her though, right?

Xajiva regulary patroled around the territory of her tribe. Of course she knew that it wasnt in a good shape at the moment. It was chaos ... yet again. It was not the first time that the IceWings were missing a leader. They would arise again, she was certain about that. The gods could step in again, or maybe the next leader would just pop up again. There were to many sudden vanished IceWings, but many showed up again sooner or later.
That's the reason why she still ttried to protect their land. One day they would need it again, and she would wait for it, wandering around and helping every other IceWing she met.
The snow swallowed nearly all sounds, but nonetheless, she heard a sound. A surprised growl slipped out her mouth, as she turned her head to listen closely. She could still hear the quiet echos. Maybe this dragon wanted to be alone, but the dragoness at least wanted to check if they are alright.
With slow and steady steps walked she into the direction. After some time she found a cave, and she could clearly smell other dragons. Curious she strecthed her long neck in the air and really saw somebody! Still, she didn't want to annoy or scare somebody. Therefor she pretended to have not seen them.
"Hello? Is there somebody?", she asked with a gentle voice whole she stopped moving forward. Her huge wings were close to her body to keep the cold wind away, while her tail was calm on the snowy ground. She also lowered her head again to show no sign of aggressive behavior at all.

Atarijor was in a somewhat normal state at the moment. Usually, he would be wherever Snowblaze was, but lately she was tired of having to help him. So Atar decided to leave and find a cave of his own. Maybe then Snowblaze would be so annoyed. The Wyvern was about to leave when an unfamiliar voice sounded. Atarijor cautiously crept toward the entrance to the cave. "Wyvern is here."

Snowblaze growled lightly until she heard a voice. The dragon quickly lifted her head, and soon heard Atarijor. Oh no. She quickly got up, moving to where the wyvern was. Her mind had switched to be more logical, and she quickly spoke with almost no emotion.

"Who is the one asking?"

In the end, it all was still a mystery. No beast but the Great Wolves, in very few packs roamed the Ice Dragon lands however only where woods were present and plenty of hunt for them. The vacant and great kingdom, the city of the Ice Tribe was all but a ghost of itself, an empty shell of what it once was. Perched atop one of the large gates was a particular wyvern, watching over the entire city. The coldest of regions never deterred him, the wyvern was always here, traveling from his glacial home isolated from everything to where everything once was. Always wanting to be alone, this wasn't exactly his idea of being alone, none of this.

Gemna, an IceWing Guardian, had always watched over the city. He listened to any noises that weren't the cold howling wind, the shifting and crumbling of stone, or whatever noise his mind imagined. He's been like that for the past two years scouting the entire land and keeping tabs on the city, any monster foolish enough to enter he'd kill it in an instant. Gemna could still hear the bustling dragons in the streets, the noises crowded in his head and ear holes before shaking his head rapidly. They immediately stopped, ghosts, he thought, as that was all they were.

There was another noise, something... Odd. Flapping of a dragons wing beat. Gemna thought he was going crazy until that was what he saw, another dragon. Specifically, Atarijor, a dragon he made a habit of avoiding. Deciding to follow him, Gemna pushed off the old stone gate and began to glide before flapping his wife, ice covered wings. He took flight, following the dragon before seeing another... No, two dragons.

Gemna began to see more dragons, Snowblaze and... Who was that? Gemna generally knew all the IceWings names and how to identify them and yet he'd never seen this dragon. Always so observant, the great Ice Wyvern landed in front of the stranger, giving her that cold icy stare he usually did with anyone. It has been so long since he actually spoke to anyone, it seemed so alien.

"Why, hello there," Gemna started, a gulp could be heard as he attempted to swallow his nervousness, "I don't think I've met you before. What brings you to the Ice dragon lands?"

The old guardian was happy to hear and see other Ice dragons. She was especially happy to see no bad or aggressive reactions. The two looked familiar to her, but she met so many dragons that it was sometimes difficult to remember the names. It was even more difficult with names she didn't use often.
"Xajiva, Guardian."
Maybe that was a short introduction, but for her nothing else was needed. The question itself was short enough. She was no enemy. Before she could ask the two the same question - she was very sure to not remember the names by herself - another dragon appeard. Her orange eyes widened for a short moment since she was surprised to see him here.
"Gemna?", she asked. At least she remembered his name , but he was another old dragon like herself, so it didn't surprise her. She guessed most Guardians would know him. 'Well, it will not help him, but at least for me its nice to see a familiar face', the Ice dragoness thought. As symbol of respect, she bowed her head a little bit. "My name is Xajiva, I'm a Guardian of the IceWings. I try to keep an eye on the territory to make sure the land is safe from the other tribes and monsters. Sometimes I leave the borders to look around for other Ice dragons and dangers I missed. Are you still watching over the city? Did anything happened in the last time?", she asked curious. Her travelling at the borders of the territory may be useful, but it was hard to not know how the city was during. Maybe some dragons came back? She hoped it.
Not forgetting the other two, she moved her head back to them. "Would you two tell me your names, if you are fine with that? Its always good to know who you could meet when you wander around", she explained herself some more.

((Atarijor was in the cave, not flying around.))

Fortunately, Snowblaze showed up. Atar didn't want to have to talk to the stranger. Or fight them if they were hostile. Before anyone else said anything, though, another IceWing, Gemna, arrived. Gemna was a Wyvern so Atar was more comfortable around him, but for some reason, Gemna avoided Atar like a poisonous snake. Atarijor ventured just close enough to the entrance of the cave to see everyone else. He saw right away that the newcomer was a dragon. The Wyvern backed away a bit and tried to make himself look small. He tried to listen carefully to the female's name and pronounce it. "X... Xa-Xa.. jee.. va. X.. X-Xajeeva? Xajeeva. Wyvern is called Atarijor XVI. Atarijor is Healer."