"What is that, Master?" Joru said as his large black eyes blinked up at the blue eyed lady sitting on the roof of the tower, both watching the sun set over blue mountains and trees of red, gold, and brown. Baina tucked a strand of reddish brown hair behind her ear as she stroked the scaly head of the small purple dragon. It was a peaceful Mid-Autumn day and the air was chilly, blowing over from the Land of Ice. She wore her tan pants tucked into her black buckle boots, she wore a white sleeved shirt and a dark brown corset-like vest over top. Her hair was braided back and a red ribbon tied off the silky ends.
Her eyes seemed older then her actual age, they were the color of the blue sea with flecks of dark brown. It was like they were their own worlds. She was about 20 years old right now and has been Head Guardian for 15 years now, she lead two wars and was the only Guardian of Knowledge in the world. Damn did she feel lonely. Her eyes looked down to the dragon who looked up to her with curious eyes before smiling, "What is what? You need to be more specific."
"That orange thing in the sky that is falling." Joru had been in the Star Realm the least amount of time. He didn't feel save with Mastermind around and so stayed with Koru in a cave far away. Now that Mastermind was gone, Joru spent most of his time with his master Baina, asking questions that a three year old would ask.
"That would be a ball of gas that is miles away from here, far beyond our reach that warms our world like a mother would with her child...also known as the sun." Joru slowly nodded its head, looking back at the sun. A look of fascination on his face as Baina laughed, "Dear Flrow, Joru. You are simply adorable." Baina laid on the roof as she stared up at the pink clouds.