The Spire.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"Actually, the Mark's a great honor to receive. It means that you've been accepted as the vessel for the essence of Kohryu, the great ancient creature that governed over the celestial creatures who guard and guide humans. This is to celebrate our strong bonds with humans, and hopefully, other races." Nera explained. "And yes, he was a spry old man, but technically, he was in his prime if you look at it from a dragon's point of view. And damn if he wasn't handsome!" She laughed, looking Mar over. "Admittedly, its a trait you've inherited."

(Beach)

Nero wolf-whistled approvingly, playfully, only for Lacia to splash what seemed to be a mini-tidal wave of water at him, before it instantly froze. "H-hey! Not cool!" He shuddered, and broke free from the thin ice, shaking shards off his wings and arms.

"No pun intended? Quit sexually harassing people and get to pitching tents!" Lacia called over from the water.

"Oh I'm pitching a tent alright." Nero smirked, unpacking his and Nera's rucksacks.

"Huh?" Lacia asked.

"I said that's SEXIST!" He called laughingly, producing some fur-lined leather sheets and twine from the rucksacks. He then tore a long, durable pole made of pure bone from his left palm and set it don beside him. He tore a couple more bones of the same length out, and several shorter ones. When he had a good amount, he set off tying bits and pieces together, pitching tents old school, though instead of sticks, he used his own bones. Growing up in the wilderness gave him a lot of experience with camping, hunting and survival. Skills he rarely had the chance to use. "Hey Dorothy! Looking good!" He complimented her. He didn't know anything about her aside from her name, but this would be a very boring trip if he had only Atalacia and F'nera to talk to. Having finished F'nera's tent, he went over to the other tent materials to help Shadow pitch them.

"Heehee! He's right! You look niiiice!" Lacia giggled. "You too ahh... ah..." She gestured at Kitt, snapping her fingers a few times, hoping her name gets to her. "Kitt was it?"