"Its not like they can track me down." She replied with a light chuckle, "Even if they could, I could just go up!" Amethyst noted with a smile, pointing up towards the sky that had started to fill with orange, pink and red tones. She seemed to think about the flight for a while, watching the ground as she walked. "I suppose it'd be more convenient, wouldn't it? I just have to get better." She asked, her head tilted to the side slightly. She could fly lower down- it was just a struggle, so she never really bothered to do it unless it was just a few miles.

Amethyst nodded to herself quietly when he turned away, taking that as a hint he didn't want to say anymore. Still, she couldn't help but wonder what exactly happened. She had only met a few dragons who had gone dormant and she couldn't help but be interested in how it came about for them. Still, she didn't push him for anything else and went along with the change of subject. "Well of course you'll be better than me! Mr Four Wings!" She teased with a shallow laugh. "You're a very childish character, aren't you?" She asked with a broad smile, picking up her pace a little.

The young lady tilted her head curiously when he spoke of the troubles he had with his wings as a child, and how learning to fly wasn't very enjoyable. "I see... Well, you don't look like you have any trouble with them now? It must have taken a while to finally get them under control." She pondered almost to herself as she looked him up and down, "I bet you've had all the time in the world though, right? I'd say... 167years?" Amethyst added jokingly. She smiled at his word twisting, rolling her eyes slightly, she started to make a list, "Whimsical... or fanciful? Playful, mischievous, and waggish?...or Childish...?" She asked teasingl, giving a small laugh and copying his jazz hands.

She chuckled lightly at the thought of Avian not being able to fly. When she watched him fly, he seemed to have such control, grace even. It was hard to think he would have bad trouble. "You must have worked hard by the sounds of it. I can still barely control one pair. It's actually impressive." She noted, offering him a lightl smile. When he tried to guess her age she laughed teasingly and shook her head, "Do I look old?" Amethyst chortled lightheartedly, "Try 150." She corrected, rolling her eyes slightly, "Not too far off I guess though." Amethyst added swiftly.

"Oh no! I have no intention of insulting you. You can be all those things if you want to be. I just don't think I'd want to be." Amethyst noted lightly. As the clawmarks slowly came to an end, small make-shift houses started to appear, slowly turning into rows. "We're here I guess. Its not as exiting as the centre but I need to get some things so I Suppose you could explore a little bit? There are a few stalls in the village centre if that's what you want."

Amethyst nodded as he rushed off, presumably going to scout ouy the village. She just hoped he would be sensible with what he said or did. Traditionally, trading villages just like this one had all kinds of people passing through. Thieves, pirates, hunters.... of course, there was some law around, but they didn't stand in the way of the hunters. Not deer, or pheasants.... But dragons, just like them selves was what they were after. They weren't seen as living, breathing people, nor animals for that matter. If anything, they were an inconvenience at most. But the problem that still stands, is that inconveniences don't have the right live.

Amethyst continued to walk along the dirt path, going towards the middle of the village, just browsing through the shops and parlours. Despite the small size of the trading post, it managed to be simply beaming with life. All kinds of people, young and old seemed to have a smile on their face. She didn't remember it being so loud of built up, but she simply guessed it was the result of... well, time. It had been a good ten or so years since she had found it, but then it was barely even a village. Still, there basic layout was still the same. The centre of the village had all the shops, and from what she could see, the bigger houses were still in the same spots. A few little buildings had just popped up, and that was all. She found a few stalls just outside the centre of the village, filled with exotic fruits, like magos and pomegranates, and some with tacky fabrics and clothes. Some people were trying to sell dream catchers and candels, and that was just the first few shops she could see. She picked up a few pomegranates, but that was all she really wanted. She did however need to pick up some propper food. While she had the full ability to hunt herself, it was just... too messy, and it wasn't something she had particularly enjoyed in the past 150 years. The more she thought about it, she wasn't exactly the best at being the ferocious animal she was supposed to be. Maybe it was a good thing.

"Excuse me!" She heared a voice call from behind her. When she turned, she could see a young boy waving sheets of parchment paper about with faces on. Wanted posters, no doubt, but she had always been curious about what people had done for people to be travelling across contries to find them. "May I have one of two of those?" She asked the boy, "Yes! Here you go Ma'am!" He replied, handing her two of the sheets, both with different faces on before she went to sit down and inspect them.

(Sorry this one is a bit messy :))

Amethyst read through the wanted posters one by one, scatting the pages and inspecting the photos. They all had a price above their head, and without a doubt there was at least 100 people on the hunt for them. Whether that'd be law or just rivals, they didn't have it exactly easy. They all had something in common though; and that was that they were alll criminals. Mostly wanted for murder and heists, some for some other small crimes, but that's what they were. Really, she felt pity for them. Most of the time they all had reasons for what they were doing: revenge, truma and what nots but a lot of the time it had to do with their upbringing. Thieves mostly did what they did it so they had what they needed to support their family, but that was maybe the only exception. Murder was far too much and heists were greedy. Well, in the eyes of the law, at least.

She continued to brows the shops, picking up a few things she liked one the way. By now, all the political thoughts had vanished, just enjoying activity of the small village. Despite the crooks, she couldn't help but enjoy the friendly chatter and exited laughs of children and adults alike. She picked up a few large slabs of meat, a packet of small needles along with a bunch of thread and some dim, cheap fabric that she could patch any clothes up with, a pen knife and a spare blade, not forgetting a small leather satchel to carry things with. She eventually hand nothing left to bargain and trade, and that's when she came to her shopping halt. She did much enjoy it, but it was cheap here and she didn't have to worry all that much about pricing. People here, they didn't want for much more than to leave and set up else where as soon as they possibly could.

(Sorry short, in a rush you can reply but I will edit later.)

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