Bejikixen. Aesthyrarytiss.
Both are in Dragonborn form, and speak Draconic almost exclusively. Draconic speech will be indicated "like this", and thoughts will be indicated <like this> because I am lazy and don't want to translate everything. 8U
This story creates an AU of my own universe from Into the Dragon's Keep.
They had been tailing Thurkearmaekrix. He'd taken Athearverthicha--Aesthyrarytiss' sister--and had flown off towards his lair. Aesthyrarytiss and Bejikixen had followed after him, flying as fast as their wings could carry them.
That was when things had gone a little... weird.
Some strange magic had existed there, both of them could tell. There was no way to tell if there was a way around the magic, or if it was a barrier, but the two had crashed through it, and into darkness.
<Where... where am I?> was Bejikixen's first thought as he came to. <Where's Aesthyrarytiss?>
He sat up as he tried to take stock of where he was. He was in a cave, he could tell that... and beside him, in a crumpled heap, was Aesthyrarytiss.
"Aesthyrarytiss!" he exclaimed. The golden form stirred slightly, and she sat up, groaning.
"Where... where are we, Bejikixen?" she asked.