Dragon. It was unspoken, unannounced, and for Amaris, unexpected. That another possessed the ability to call upon a draconic body was something still so unique to her, that when the golden queen within Amaris, the golden heart that was her dragon side, felt the change, she didn't know what to do for several moments. Dragon? she seemed to question herself, sending the query uselessly across the bond that linked her and Dramyrth, who merely responded with a huff. Amaris still had not revealed exactly what it was this deep, carnal sensation within her, seemingly summoned to the surface by the presence of other dragons (why then, did it not surface when they visited her father's homeland? Had they been too distracted by Dramyrth's illness, too swept up with worry and concern, too hasty to retreat back to Helovia's borders to notice?). Perhaps it wasn't dragons so much as the magic that summoned them - maybe it was nothing but an odd feeling, an undefinable sensation that urged her to the location that their temple would be built.

Amaris hovered, unmoving, for some time as she watched the others work. Dramyrth dived right into the thick of it, trilling a greeting to any he recognised, lending his breath to aid the breaking down of stumps and larger branches, following Hubris and Babel as they cleared smaller, lighter debris. He was curious about Isopia in her dragon form, and he recognised her easily not only by the proximity of her companions but also her markings, which seemed to have carried over to her draconic form. Amaris' golden gaze eyed her carefully, as she spent time ensuring her other nature did not rise to challenge this other dragon, like what had occurred at the Heart recently. She wondered, if Yael were to attend in her dragon form, whether the golden queen who resided near Amaris' heart would rise in an angry torrent again, but Yael was not here, and nor was her cousin imitating the magic that allowed one to transform - the dragonmare stood, and breathed away her worries, surprised at the sweat darkening her hide even though she had not even started contributing to the work being done physically just yet.

She surveyed the area, looking at each who arrived to help, her eyes widening in surprise as she fell upon Mesec's furred form - she recognised it, and was filled with tentative happiness to see him looking so happy in his warg body. The last time he had transformed, it had been unwillingly, and (she recalled amongst memories of simply getting the hell out of there) utterly savage. Finally, the dragonmare stepped forth from the shade of the treeline, to join in the work, calling out a low greeting to those she passed, a sharp whinny of surprise leaving her as she recognise Aaron as well. "Aaron! It's good to see you!" she trotted eagerly up to him, wondering, hoping, praying he would remember her, the daughter of the DragonHeart. The last time she had seen him had been Mirage's very death-day, and she wanted to tell him that it hadn't been that long for her, that she hadn't wanted to be away for so long, but it didn't matter, because they were all here now, were they not?

Offering a smile and a low greeting to the others present, Amaris turned her attention to the task at hand. She did not possess transformation magic, but instead was half dragon herself - it lent her some greater strength, though that very well could have been from the draft blood that also gave her body its sturdy resilience. Using the scythe on the end of her tail, Amaris began stripping down what small twigs and branches she could reach on a particularly large felled tree, before unfurling her whip and looping it tightly around the naked stump. Dramyrth collected all the debris he could manage that Amaris had stripped from the tree, and watched as his beloved then moved to pull it away. It was not a fast process, but the dragonmare kept at it anyway. The zappyness of her whip crackled every now and then, but it was strong enough to withstand this new task Amaris had come up with for it.

Idly, Amaris recalled her mother talking about similar activities, that got the entire herd together to build a veritable wall around the Edge. Had that failed, because they did not first seek the Goddess' blessing to construct it? Had it failed, ultimately, because it had been built by mere mortals, bastardising the magic of the lands to build something they thought suitable? Now great spikes that could be raised or set into the earth marked the borders of the lands (Amaris was reminded sharply of Mauja's icy magic, which he had demonstrated to her and Aaron at her mother's funeral, though she was surprised she hadn't seen him since her return, for when she left, it was he who had been a King of the Edge). The dragonmare performed the labour required for this task anyway, because the herd viewed it as an improvement to the lands, because the Goddess sanctioned it, and she wanted only to prove her worth to them - she was no better than any of them, and she did not necessarily want for that, no. She wanted to simply belong, and found herself doing just that the more time she spent as a returned member of the herd.

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ooc: So I said to myself, yes just write a quick short post for the Clearing thread... yeah.. sure..
Would tag people but everyone is mentioned so xP
Random character development woo!

Amaris