Nocturna leaned back in her chair, her eyes closed as she bit into the juicy plum. She relished the way the juice slid down her throat. Her golden eyes opened slowly as she sought another. Her lithe fingers touched one and she brought it over to her lips.

This oasis had been a blessing - her first true claim towards true independence from Dread Wing. Still, she mused, she wouldn't be opposed to a little company. Maybe she could convince one of those independent-minded Dragonators to join her?