On their way...

[feathered_mages]

As soon as they return to the universe they've been frequenting, Arashi takes to the air to check some details against the maps he'd been looking over during lunch. Waltzes, like Mages, have poor visual acuity when it comes to documents, but can focus easier on moving things - like terrain below when flying.

The others, on the wagon-rutted road just outside of Sarwin, wait for a moment and adjust their belongings.

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[feathered_mages]

The lock's very simple from this side. And low to the ground - some goblins tend to be pretty short.

[random_xtras]

Aaaand, the door is soon swinging open as two big blue eyes peek around it tiredly. Silver's hair is mussed every which way, and she picked up a dirty face somehow.

[feathered_mages]

The only reason Mistral doesn't scoop her up for a cuddle is that Mages rend to be physically weak critters. He does hug her, though. While his siblings try to get past them through the doorway.

[random_xtras]

Silver smiles a bit and hugs back, then moves out of the way and plunks down on her butt on the floor. "The goblins are waiting."

[mist-caller.livejournal.com]

"Well, then," says Blaze, "it would be rude to make them wait too long."

"I'll take care of this door," Rydia says, and begins summoning something. The room fills with a low ground fog, which moves under the door. Shortly afterward there are some panicked shouts from the hobgoblins on the other side, but it's hard to hear anything intelligible. The door swings open and the mist starts to vanish - but just before it does one might be able to see it had formed into a shape roughly like the upper half of a dragon made out of mist.

Mistral will hang back a bit to tend to Silver and keep an eye on her. His two more temperamental siblings are eager to get through the door, though. Sounds of fire and lightning can soon be heard from the next room, as well as panicking hobgoblins that have found themselves outmatched in the face of Waltz magic.

[random_xtras]

The little dragon winces and puts her hands over her ears as though to block out the fear and pain from the hobs, then leans her head wearily against Mistral and closes her eyes. Within moments her breathing evens out and she goes limp.

[feathered_mages]

Mistral just cuddles the little dragon, and stays out of the fight this time.

Not that it lasts long. The sounds from the next room are soon over - though in this case the singed hobgoblins managed to flee in sheer terror out of the front entrance to their warren and off down the mountainside. The other two Waltzes have flown off in pursuit for a while.

Rydia comes back to check on Mistral and Silver.