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@tamefyre     that..  it is.   i will in a bit,   i need to fetch bludwynge his nighttime snack—-   that being a poor sheep of my choosing.

@truerheir     i know they are,  but he likes to claw at them as the wriggle about..  it’s fun to watch sometimes,  how entertained a war dragon gets over squirming worms 

@yungfyre    oh.   ..  are worms not.. too small of a treat for his size??

@truerheir      i didn’t make one on purpose..  i was searching for worms to give bludwynge as a snack,  he’s grown to like the crawly creatures

@yungfyre    [ fuck no.  is what he wants to say. he never understands her, then again, he is the only one that does.  the younger pulls his knees to his chest and sits in  silence, occasionally  observing the snakes—    they are nothing like dragons and yet they are distant cousins. he looks to bludwynge again, and thinks of vhagar.  she is no larger than those three snakes in comparison to him ]    it’s quiet, I guess. 

@stoicub    to you,  maybe.  you just don’t look hard enough  [she would stare down at her lap,  to which three little snakes were entangled with one another along the fabric of her skirt.  from the low,  content bellows from her mount enjoying bathing in the sun,  she glances over and smiles]   nothing has to be out here,  especially when so much goes on within those castle walls  —do you understand now?

@yungfyre      [ he sits in the grass beside her, remembering her reverence for space.  even summer in the north was  cold. afar, he spots bludwynge..     the old monster basking in the sun. ]   how?   there isn’t anything  here. 

@draqeir    [a small yet humored smile played along her features upon the mention of her brother’s..  predatory dragon.  her hands then moved to grasp underneath the bobcat’s front legs and took complete hold of it.  cradling it like a baby,  the large cat seemed to grow content in his new comrade’s arms..  despite almost being too large for her to hold]   or worse,  he easily could’ve become vessarion’s dinner

@yungfyre    in the dragon pit.  [in his hands the large cat is held a great distance away from his body, he has already suffered a scratch or two and didn’t wish to bring that harm to his face]  any larger and he’d match the ferocity of vessarion..   

@draqeir      really?  where was he?

@drakonysus      yes.   and i promised i would be civil under the circumstance that i would not be provoked      .. did i not?   and i am one to keep on my word

@drakorys         no, i would not be. but given that is /not/ the conflict at hand here i am scolding you.      have i not asked you to be civil amongst the wiltfyres?

@drakonysus     and if he put his on me first?   i’m sure you would still be the one scolding me for simply defending myself,   now wouldn’t you

@drakios     then i don’t know.   he may just be a moody little prince then     .. i suppose it’s hereditary 

@drakorys       he sleeps all day,    and he isn’t starving—        i can’t find aunt helaena, either. he likes her more than i 

@drakios      i know nothing about children.   perhaps he’s just restless

@drakoros      i only promised to be civil under the circumstance in which i’m /not/ provoked.   the imbeciles and their cunt mother can go whine to aunt helaena about it if they wish

@drakorys          well,       that is because lady wiltfyre’s sons are dunces  and /we/ have promised our dear aunt helaena to be civil.  to set our differences aside and come together as dragon lords 

@drakoros      i suppose.    other than to boast,  what good are they to be in our vicinity?   they’re all self righteous snobs and    .. you are aware that a brawl has broken out every time we grace them with our presence,   correct?