Flarea groaned as she woke up, rubbing her blue eyes with the front of her front paw so then she would not harm her eye. Shui stopped yelling at Yuro, much to the dark grey dragon's relief, and hovered over to Flarea. The dragons and sprite left the ship, Stella following close behind. However, Star and her friends stayed within the ship, caring for Sky.
Dusk was overhead, the day fading into a memory. Bright pink clouds filled the dark purpleish-blue sky as the moon climbed the sky. The dark grass swirled in the breeze as the branches of the forest swayed with the wind.
Black, pupil-less eyes watched the figures come out of the ship. She refused to trust them. Sure, Zectabuteca, their only pact guardian, spoke well of their carrier, but he said nothing of the ones that came out of it. But then she saw Flarea. Her eyes widened at the sight of her. However, she would not move, she could not. If she did, then she could draw attention to herself, and she was the last guardian that should deal with visitors.