Dial rotates toward the sorce of the revirberating voice that's lyrics spoke of a noble dragon awakening in an evershifting state of confusion. The poor wyrm, he had much more thrust upon him than a normal dragon could ever bear. It was with that thought, the feline understood why he was deemed the Great One. Then we must go to him. The eggs will be safe here, I've built a sort of substitute should I need to take my leave. You are welcome to leave yours here for the time being. I'm going to see to RAGE. In a fluid motion the feline rises, svelte carriers shifting with the change of stature until at last she is steadied. In a sort of dance like step, daggers push away the hard rock, flinging her forth past the fangs of the cave. Wings remain folded at the barrel, even as the 'ness gains clearence for take off. She continues down toward the grouping and RAGE's awakening form.