Name: Nikolai Vaughn | Gender: Male | Age: 18
Role: Rider-to-be | Location: Ferry | Mentions: Rafe, Artemis, Dock [Indirect]

When the curtain of mist parted as the hull breached through, it almost seemed magical to an extent; Narnia-like, if you will. His eyes contentedly scaled the sheer cliff face by their left with its innumerable craggy protrusions of granite and sandstone, a stark contrast to the green and dew coated pines on their right of which he spent quite a time observing, determined to at least catch a glimpse of a dragon, not that Anu and the white beast wasn’t impressive as is. They were tamed dragons, if Artemis’s casual exchange with them were anything to go by. They didn’t exactly exude the thrill and danger one would expect from their wilder counterpart, though they were dangerous all the same, a fact he’d surely remember regardless of how cocky he’d get lest he signs himself up for an early death.

Curiosity saw to it that he’d be spellbound to the metal railings much like everyone else was, watching with renewed interest as the heavy beat of wings weren’t far from earshot before subsiding to an abrupt stop as if the duo had landed up ahead, an area yet to be made visible by their growing proximity. As he looked on, his eye caught the slightest glimmer of blue that he was well acquainted with, recalling what Rafe had said regarding the bioluminescent dragons. It would seem as though the waters were growing shallower, the width of the waterway tapering gradually into a sizeable river where a concentrated group of Drifters would be easier to spot.

The glow proved helpful in keeping the fog at bay, increasing their range of vision at a considerable amount as to properly discern where Anu and Specter had gone off to. Their silhouettes were subtle, however, the overall shape was obvious enough for Nikolai to quickly identify them as such along with the peculiar humanoid figures.

Name: William Maxwell | Gender: Male | Age: N/A | Role: Terra-Class Mentor
Location: Docks | Mentions: Barra, Alistair, Cennetig [Direct]

His surroundings came to focus at last, however at the expense of being in close proximity with a pod of rumbunctious dragons whose excessive splashing were the least of his worries, for he was confident that there were unseen dangers that followed an entourage such as this one. He’d often underestimate the range of their hyperactivity, especially one driven by curiosity so intense, it was practically palpable. He gave his companions a sideways glance, wary of certain ramifications that may occur once the riders were to offload. On board the ferry, blue uniforms were quick to catch his wandering gaze upon the bow of the ship, no doubt to assess the situation at hand much more thoroughly than he was at present. Whatever it was they saw at their angle, the look on their faces proved as much that preparations for unloading were now underway.

‘’Perhaps you two should quell the Drifters first? ‘’ He mused to Alistair and Barra, his eyes flickering between Anu and Specter. A fireshow won’t hurt when done in moderation, and it always proved successful in the past when driving away certain Leviathan-Class dragons. Drifters were a flighty bunch when it came to danger, although comparing it to cowardice would be a dangerous mistake, one that might cost an uneducated individual their life. As such, he wanted nothing more than having the dragons be dismissed posthaste. The scraping and clanging of heavy metal effectively diverted his gaze to the flank of the ship where a drawbridge-like contraption was being lowered snuggly onto the docks. Not realizing sooner that he was directly adjacent to the ferry, William almost made the mistake of not stepping back if not for Theodosia tugging at his pants. Beneath, Drifters weaved between pillars of wood and cement, their glow flashing through the crevices erratically.

‘’Cennetig, forgive me but you’ll have to step back for a bit. You’ll be informed of your cabins soon enough. ‘’ William said to the young man, fingers tightening on the spine of the book he was previously reading prior. Somehow, it felt sturdier than it did, as if the very pages weren’t on the verge of detaching, though he mused it was just his imagination.