Caelthir and Isyrrha flew for days till they reached the human kingdom where the youngest Dragon was. Isyrrha was visibly apprehensive while Caelthir was mildly curious.
Caelthir didn't have any intention of starting any fight but he wouldn't stop one either, he was hoping to get a good show. When he had brushed over the youngest Dragon, he had sensed that they by no means were weak.
The two flew high up in the clouds until they reached watching the human made structures. Isyrrha who was hibernating for so long was surprised to see how much the world had changed. But then again, it had been centuries since the War had happened and she knew the mortal species had one thing that they were good at. Moving on and rebuilding their lives.
She couldn't blame them though, their existence was fleeting and they didn't have enough time to linger on past when time slipped by quickly. It were the race like hers, Dragons who were cursed with carrying the wounds for long enough.
