The scent of the flowers reminded Zolivar of when his sisters plucked some freshly bloomed flowers during the spring time. Though something felt off, as if something was missing in the area. He turned towards the group, "Hey, doesn't something seem off right about now?" He asked them with a whee bit of concern. Then he noticed that the sounds of the dragons has stopped, "What happened to the roars of the wyrms from a moment ago?"