Zemi Dreigiau

Script

*the sound echoes again and again off of the distant mountains*

Guard: What now?

Guard2: Just waaait...

*wind starts to blow*

Zemi: *lifts his head and sniffs the winds* ?_?

*small dots seem to move in and out of the clouds and start to grow, swooping up and down almost in a playful way -- dragon shaped silhouettes grow larger and larger as they approach the group*

Guard: Should we attack?

Guard2: No... we'd be dead already if they wanted us so. We're fortunate that they are good dragons.