With the way the Nexus and The End worked, Bryotev grew quickly but stopped aging just as fast. He seemed always at the eternal 'post-teen' still young version that everyone enjoyed. He began looking around with a gleam in his eye, whenever it was clear another dragon was in the local area.

Mayhem noticed that her own moods were enhanced by the dragon - even when she wasn't on The Stage, where her powers of time-stopping and magic were incredible already. His mood was a bit on the sour side when he turned back and muttered, "just another male."

"Well, Bry, you know you don't have to stay here and pine for a mate, you could go out and look for one." Mayhem said. "I could even help you, I mean, I don't want you to get stuck in a relationship you don't want to be in long-term."

Bryotev thought that over for a split-second before shouting, "YES!" Quickly he added mentally, I mean, thank you, Mayhem, I think that would be nice for you to do.

"Then we'll go looking. I'll talk to Robbyn and see what he has to say."

Promptly, Robbyn appeared. Time lords were like that. Ontiroth, his metallic shaded dragon, appraised the younger dragon's appearance and size, giving a bit of a nod to acknowledge that he'd grown up well.

That didn't stop them from chasing one another around, though.

Consider it practice, youngling, Ontiroth bespoke, If you're off to chase a female you'll have to do better than this - they're much quicker in the air than even I am, and I'm quick!

"No, you're big!" Bryotev laughed as he swept over head.

Below, Mayhem and Robbyn discussed where to send the young dragon. Robbyn got an odd look on his handsome face, and snapped his fingers. "The Flurry!"

"What? But... wait," Mayhem searched a mental sort of library she kept magically tuned to. "That's supposed to be closed, I mean, it's pretty late in the year and all."

".... Mayhem, we're time lords. We can do that. Even if we weren't we could still slide in 'before' the place closed up for the winter! Now go on, get moving. And don't forget to pack something warm. It'll be snowing when you get there."

Off to Ryslen they went!

When they returned (results unknown) Bryotev kind of got it into his head that he needed to visit somewhere he'd been before... Kilandaia! "I would just like to go, I think there's something of interest down there... please?"

"When have I ever said no?" Mayhem chuckled. The dragon raced them off to his birthplace, and there they saw something of greater interest to both of them than they'd realized.

More dragons! And snow! One dragonet in particular lumped toward Mayhem and Bry, sniffing them both up and down and waving her little feelers at them as well. Suddenly her feelers went up, stiffly, and her ears formed a strange Y behind them. Mayhem could feel the sensation of a magic spell being performed - or psionics, she wasn't sure which, trying to sense something.

"We're visiting," Bryotev announced, "would you like to come back with us and see our place?"

Mayhem turned with that look on her face, eyebrows raised and lips purseed in surprise, but she didn't dissuade the dragonet from slipping up next to them more closely.

"I like you both. May I? I think it would be a good adventure, don't you? Sometimes I wish I had wings, but I can fly a bit if I concentrate..." She lifted a little into the air, but it was clear that her power to override gravity was going to lose out over time... She wasn't going to be small, after all. She was already several feet long, and now...

Off they went!

Mayhem enjoyed her company, the dragoness grew fairly rapidly, and learned a lot about magic from different places where they visited. Mayhem's control over time allowed them to practice - she had divined from her weird little expression, that the dragon and his rider were pure of heart. As she grew older, she grew in leaps and bounds longer than she started out... Pretty soon she'd be able to curl all the way around a tree trunk, hugging it almost out of the ground.

Kinya was also fairly open to play with other dragons around The End, since they couldn't always be attending her. She found that Mars fellow was fun to torment but he also had several rather defensive dragons of his own to keep him 'safe'. And Mister deFachs, who Mayhem quite liked, that older man was tormented by his own harem of females! Kinya laughed at that, but continued to visit whenever she could.