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her eyes followed up to rajah as he introduced huff for them. that was an odd name, but she liked it of course. "huff, huff huff huff!" she giggled as she repeated the badgers name; it was a fun word to say! something simple, but very different from the others.

"my name's albion, it's nice to meet you." she introduced herself politely, giving a small bow. she was curious though, she never met them before, but rajah had? maybe she had missed their joining..."how did you and rajah meet?" albion asked next, sitting down and making herself comfortable.

albion followed in after imperialcrown, her gaze falling down to the scratched out message. the young dragon had to tilt her head a bit, recognizing the letters and sounding them out aloud until the message became clearer for her. "ooh, a meet and greet! that sounds delightfully fun." the girl smiled, taking one of the treats lying about, a strawberry flavored lollipop. "we can go, right? they're not bad guys?" as far as she knew, enemies wouldn't invite them to things like this.

albion had been restless that night in her room. her mind couldn't turn off for her to sleep, too many thoughts buzzing in her head and it didn't help that a majority of them were merlin's. the oddly colored raccoon had kept her awake most of that night by sitting on the corner of her bed, rambling on and on about what they could do when the sun was up again. if they would stay in eden through the afternoon and make their way to blizzardclan again, or if they should stay and have alby practice her flight again.

on and on merlin talked and talked, it was driving her crazy! even when she tried throwing her pillows at him he only paused to stick his tongue out at her and continue. with a tired sigh the young dragon pushed herself up and left him, turning her head as she reached the door to her bedroom. "stay. here." she instructed before walking out of the castle. maybe a walk would tire her out and she could spend the night in-

"so, as i was saying..." merlin smirked as he appeared beside her again, and albion bit her tongue, purposely ignoring him. it was hard when he kept talking, but soon her attention was grabbed by two figures ahead of them. she narrowed her eyes and hurried her pace, seeing raphael and an unfamiliar face.

"hello sir raphael! who's this?" she asked, looking between the stallion and canine in front of her.

albion felt a bit inclined to help john since she was the one to give him the task, but that was definitely not the main reason why she was lending her clanmate aid. the cherry red dragon was eager to tend to the garden anyhow, and his suggestion of pinwheels sounded amazing! "i can go digging around the stables and sheds for garden gnomes, and decoration! i think there's some gardening tools in there as well." the noble smiled as she quickly darted off in the other direction, returning moments later with a box being carried between her wings, and another floating overhead. though not by her use of telepathy, but her 'imaginary' friend doing the work.

"okay, this box has the decoration." she carefully lowered it to the ground, and the box above her head came down alongside it. "this one has the tools! theres hedge shears, small shovels, and some seed packets as well. maybe we can start growing fruit or veggies!" carrots sounded really good right now.

albion did not know imperia entirely too well since her time in blizzardclan. she did know the woman was a medic. she was with jersey and... that was it, really. their interaction were rather limited for alby to make a solid opinion on her, or even place her in her and merlins story. she seemed well liked, though. a good friend to everyone that did have the chance to meet her, albion felt bad that she hadn't put more effort in getting to know her.

the young dragon kept to herself as she skimmed over the note, and watched jersey's response with a concerned look. the situation was very new to her; she wasn't sure what to do. were they allowed to follow her? or be worried? no one seemed to object to jersey's angry reaction. she felt very... confused on what to do here.

"i don't think this is our place." merlin murmured as he came up from behind her. the dragon quickly nodded her head and turned to leave, distract herself from the situation.

the arrival of sweetophelia came as a surprise to albion and she, admittedly, felt a bit unsure of what to do. leaders were important figures, and their time was always spent in important matters. it was a bit odd, as sweet's appearance didn't quite fit what she thought a 'queens' would be, but her confusion slowly spread into excitement. she was spending her important time with her! that must make her special, in some way, right? "yes, ma'am! my parent is stolensuns, but they stay in eden." she responded, trying to appear professional and 'grown up' for her.

"would you really consider building a castle? i would love to offer help with it! i'm very good at thinking of extravagant things." albion added with a giggle, quite aware of how wild her imagination could get from her.

well, it seemed her questions would have to be answered later. or maybe prexus didn't know how many eggs would have to be hatched? maybe the father knew- oh, chesspieces was the father? the news was quite a surprise; albion had never seen this girl around, or around the horse for one. though despite the confusion, albion was happy for them! happy families seemed to be a diamond in the rough in blizzardclan- "oh..." the young dragon was shocked by the stallion's outburst, her wings stretched back as she jumped away.

albion pressed against pierce, as he was closest to her, out of habit of when she was much smaller. did they leave? were they supposed to let them figure this out privately? "merlin...?" she murmured, looking for the purple raccoon, but he was absent. her shoulders dropped as she sighed, and looked at pierce with a look of 'what now?'

the mention of flower crowns had got the young dragon's attention almost immediately. she had thought only fairies were allowed to wear them? she could never make one on her own, and merlin wasn't quite good at it either. but while they hummed and sang the fairies always had vibrant colored flowers decorating their heads. the softest petals of the prettiest flowers. albion wasn't sure how they did it, but merlin had said not to bother them with it, that she could find her own way to make them eventually.

looking at everett, though, the boy transformed in front of her. she imagined the albino serval with soft, transparent wings with silvery dots and lines like a butterfly's. his entire body seemed to sparkle just as the fairies would, and her eyes went wide as he transformed. "oh! it's the fairy's bard." merlin spoke up as she turned her head down. "they're very important to the fairy kingdom. they tell tales to those they deem special enough to listen!" the raccoon explained, before vanishing and reappearing in the pile of flowers, beckoning her to come over. as she did, she curiously picked up the stems of a few tulips.

"i've never um... actually made on before. can you teach me?" she asked, looking to everett with a polite smile.

albion liked to avoid the tundra when she could. the cold was not good for the reptile, and she much preferred the warm temperatures of the enchanted forest over this frozen plane any day. but merlin had wanted something, and of course she had to be the one to fetch it! snowberries; something about a special surprise that required them. she wasn't one to question the raccoons actions often, but this was quite some way to go just for some berries.

the girl had wrapped a scarf around her neck and head, and had applies mittens over her claws to keep from getting cold but it didn't really help all that much. her wings felt sore, stuck to her side and tense, and she was eager to get out of the cole. several stems of snowberries hung from her mouth when she saw her clanmates gather around a wilted plant, and despite the cold, she curiously approached them. "what's a bee doing out here?" she pondered aloud through the stems, her eyes narrowed slightly in confusion.

reading was a skill albion had been working on for some time. reading when she had free time in eden had helped quite a bit, and from what stolensuns had taught her as well during their long travels. of course she still had much to learn; albion's vocabulary wasn't perfect. there were still words she did not know, especially big ones, that were lost to her completely. still, seeing the stacks had her stare in awe. "wow.. its perfect! i could spend a... a million years reading all of them!"

the young dragon straightened up a bit more as knights came in one by one. she hadn't expected so many to be awake, perhaps she had talked too loud and woke them up? or a few of them suffered restless sleep as well. it suddenly came to her attention that danse's prowling at night may have been a good thing so many had arrived. even though he, according to leopold, did not carry the scent of an enemy, it still seemed a bit strange. suspicious, even, but she made no further comment on it. she wasn't one to accuse people, anyhow.

as danse introduced himself, albion became aware that not speaking to him directly may have been rude- and she felt a bit guilty for that. "right, i apologize." though was a bit too tired to add on her reasoning. "my name is albion, though. i hope you feel welcome in eden!" although it was a bit late for albion to join in a possible tour, she was only looking to take a walk to tire herself out and make it easier to sleep. even with merlin's endless droning.

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albion had not personally met ezekiel yet, but she had seen him around and had short interactions with him. he always appeared sad or troubled, and truthfully the young dragon didn't know what to do about it. she had never really come across someone like zeke, and though she knew it would be best to give her clanmate attention and a friendly chat, something... pushed her away. perhaps it was because she didn't know how to come across ezekiel without appearing overbearing? he seemed so uninterested in everything, albion wasn't quite sure what to actually do if they spoke. about what, as well.

the cherry red dragon had been running about camp, carrying things back and forth from the forest to her hut when she noticed zeke's was slightly ajar. her first instinct was to carry on and go, to leave him be but she was... curious. the trainee ducked low and crept toward the hut, as if it would spring to life and snap at her. when she reached the door, she held her tail close and light knocked on the door, only for it to open further and reveal zeke inside. "oh! ah, sorry, are you okay?" she asked politely, taking a small step back. she hadn't ever seen someone's body so.. damaged before. it was a bit scary, initially.