The Carnival

[Chilord]

Looking back at Raya were two dragon heads, one orange, one yellow, both nuzzling against her though the orange one seemed to have a smirk on its face.

[Dracos]

"MOU...um...Hello there," Raya reached out a hand nervously towards one of the dragons.

Fearless Leader

[Chilord]

The yellow dragon head leaned forward and licked at her hand, nuzzling somemore against her.

[acetalon]

Verato looked down at herself.  She just closed her eyes and buried her face in her hands, wondering if she would ever change back to her old self.

[Dracos]

Raya giggled, "Well...this is strange but...Mou...you are cute," petted the yellow dragon's head.  "I wonder if you have a name..."

Fearless Leader

[Chilord]

The dragon seemed to smile at her, but, for now, stayed silent. The orange one continued to smirk as it took a moment to wink at Verato.

[Dracos]

"Mou...I'll have to name you two once we get out of here," Raya walked over to Vera-chan, grabbing her.  "Mou, not so big anymore Vera-chan.  Don't worry...it'll be okay," Raya hugged her.

Fearless Leader

[acetalon]

"Thanks, Raya.  You're right, things will probably turn out ok."  

Verato accepted Raya's hug somewhat listlessly, but she didn't really know how to respond in this situation so it was the best she could do.

[Dracos]

Raya smiled reassuringly...turning and walking through the doorway where the dragon heads mirror used to be.  She looked into the new room and saw...

Fearless Leader

[Chilord]

All that they could see was an inky blackness before them, with a solitary, and slightly familiar door before them, waiting to be opened

[Dracos]

Raya, being a curious sort, glanced to the left doorway to see what was behind that as well.

Fearless Leader

[Chilord]

As Angel quickly moved back, he stumbled and fell backwards, his body falling towards Aaron's back.

[Chilord]

And Raya found... nothing, for there as only one door in site for them.

[Dracos]

Raya gulped slightly stepping closer to the door and examining it.  Her flaming wings twitched slightly in agitation.

Fearless Leader

[Chilord]

There as a simple brass knob on the door, waiting to be turned.