Bahamut

Benjamin Ya

Kiemiss

Leona Pollendina

Script

Bahamut: Cursed little Arweinydd. *grumbles and shifts back to person form*

Kiemiss: Father! *rushes to him, fussing* Are you hurt?

Bahamut: Of course not, child!

Leona: Ben? *worried about him too*

Ben: *rubs his head, seems shaken but not hurt* I'm... I'm okay... *begins to eye the mists that are growing thicker*

Leona: Where's Aiden? And Uncle Fu?