Word travels fast especially when carried by wave and wing. Immediately upon learning that her father was well and only refusing to leave the ancient temple for reasons the guard could not speak on under threat of death, Aora Vellen swam as fast as her fins could carry her.
Her aunt powerless to stop her could only give chase.
Regardless of how fast she was, the little dragon wasn't the first to arrive after her grandparents opened the doors and sent word to her of her father's well-being. That honor went to the most ancient of dragons, Ker.
Aora wasn't even surprised to see him inside the temple and only found herself struggling with how to address the situation, even if she had some idea of what was going on behind the closed doors of the temple for the last two months.
"Do I call her grandmother or aunt, father? I know the thing behind the two of you is an egg and likely a sister."