Fang's reactions were more than quick enough to avoid getting bitten by the wolf. He was also wise enough to know better than to chase after her. He motioned toward the tower and looked at the siblings. "There lies your destination, young ones. You will find the others there."
As they started toward the tower, Fang's eyes shifted from their red glow to a yellow glow as he concentrated on his mental abilities. Long ago, the elder had his already skillful mental powers greatly enhanced by the essense of dreams. It was this same encounter where Fang learned of his origins, something that had previously been a mystery to him. He was half black dragon, half dreamer dragon. The dreamer race was naturally skilled with mental powers. They were considered masters almost from birth. When Fang encountered the entity of dreams, his natural mastery of mental energies was more than quadrupled.
After practicing and practicing with these new abilities for several hundred years, now his command of mental powers was unequaled by any mortal creature. He'd fought and won entire battles with nothing but illusions. He'd rebuilt broken mental pathways of those who had fallen victim to the Myst in a matter of seconds. He'd created mental connections amongst an entire race of creatures who hadn't before had any effective method of communication. There was even once, somewhat recently in fact, when he created the ability for a creature even older than himself to feel emotions it hadn't previously been able to feel. When it came to mental powers, there was, quite simply, none other to turn to beyond Fang.
The elder remained exactly where he was, and focused on the surrounding area. Following the only frightened and nearly panicked mental signature was easy for him. So was what he was about to do.
Carefully, Fang surrounded Nalya in an elaborate illusion that perfectly mimicked the area she was in. There would be no way any senses she had would detect that it was an illusion. Fang's physical senses in dragon form were well beyond that of any canine, and he'd spent more than enough time in dragon form to know exactly what to put into the illusion for sight, sound, smell, and feel. He was going to give her exactly what she wanted. She was looking for Swish, so he would give her Swish. He was old friends with the Great Cat, and he'd been present for her explaining that he was no threat to many different creatures. He had a lot of material to go off of.
Nalya would see Swish sitting high up in a tree, out of the reach of the wolf, in one of her classic poses. The false Swish spoke in a tone that was identical to that of the real Swish. "I'm here, Nalya. Guess I didn't have to say that, since there's nowhere else I would be. Can't say as there's a time I've ever been anywhere but 'here' regardless of where I was. Still, I am close to you now. What seems to be the trouble?"
As they started toward the tower, Fang's eyes shifted from their red glow to a yellow glow as he concentrated on his mental abilities. Long ago, the elder had his already skillful mental powers greatly enhanced by the essense of dreams. It was this same encounter where Fang learned of his origins, something that had previously been a mystery to him. He was half black dragon, half dreamer dragon. The dreamer race was naturally skilled with mental powers. They were considered masters almost from birth. When Fang encountered the entity of dreams, his natural mastery of mental energies was more than quadrupled.
After practicing and practicing with these new abilities for several hundred years, now his command of mental powers was unequaled by any mortal creature. He'd fought and won entire battles with nothing but illusions. He'd rebuilt broken mental pathways of those who had fallen victim to the Myst in a matter of seconds. He'd created mental connections amongst an entire race of creatures who hadn't before had any effective method of communication. There was even once, somewhat recently in fact, when he created the ability for a creature even older than himself to feel emotions it hadn't previously been able to feel. When it came to mental powers, there was, quite simply, none other to turn to beyond Fang.
The elder remained exactly where he was, and focused on the surrounding area. Following the only frightened and nearly panicked mental signature was easy for him. So was what he was about to do.
Carefully, Fang surrounded Nalya in an elaborate illusion that perfectly mimicked the area she was in. There would be no way any senses she had would detect that it was an illusion. Fang's physical senses in dragon form were well beyond that of any canine, and he'd spent more than enough time in dragon form to know exactly what to put into the illusion for sight, sound, smell, and feel. He was going to give her exactly what she wanted. She was looking for Swish, so he would give her Swish. He was old friends with the Great Cat, and he'd been present for her explaining that he was no threat to many different creatures. He had a lot of material to go off of.
Nalya would see Swish sitting high up in a tree, out of the reach of the wolf, in one of her classic poses. The false Swish spoke in a tone that was identical to that of the real Swish. "I'm here, Nalya. Guess I didn't have to say that, since there's nowhere else I would be. Can't say as there's a time I've ever been anywhere but 'here' regardless of where I was. Still, I am close to you now. What seems to be the trouble?"
