30.Dec.19, 05:55 AM
Honestly, Zezeth wasn’t the type of dragon to be vocal, either mentally or vocally. Which was why the young dragon startling awake, rumbling in confusion, and then vocally shrieking with rage surprised Madiquel so badly she almost threw the book she was quietly reading, jumping on the spot and then clasping her chest with both hands. “Zee?” Madiquel asked, confused, before she scrambled to her feet, book forgotten, and charged after her dragon as she heard yelling, dragon screeching, and… wait, that wasn’t Dyoricath screaming. Shocked, Madiquel arrived upon the tail end of the bickering, wide green eyes shifting to take in all that had apparently happened.
Madiquel’s wide eyes took in the confident looking bluerider D’hys – she’d spent quite a lot of time around him, thanks to her relationship with Rhaedalyn and R’nya, though her father didn’t appear to like him over much – and the bleeding man on the ground. She bit her lip, shifting uncomfortably on her feet as Zezeth nuzzled against Erebuth’s neck. She wanted to help the man stem the bleeding of his apparently broken nose, but she could feel Zezeth’s outrage at the defeated humans, and could clearly see how upset B’kit and his dragon were. The indecision was taken from her, when he scrambled to his feet and took off, spitting in their general direction. Madiquel’s nose scrunched up, disgusted.
Stepping forward some more, with a glance at her friends and classmates, Madiquel offered a small smile to D’hys. “Thank you, D’hys,” she said softly but with genuine appreciation for his stepping forward. She felt Zezeth’s curiosity as the young green left her brother, who appeared to be calming, and slipped up beside Madiquel, tipping her head back to peer up at Zeianth with curiosity and interest. She didn’t speak to him, didn’t even project any emotions at the blue, just studied him for several long moments before turning her attention back to Madiquel and puffing a warm breath on the girl’s cheek. Madiquel smiled, and pressed a hand to Zezeth’s cheek.
Madiquel’s wide eyes took in the confident looking bluerider D’hys – she’d spent quite a lot of time around him, thanks to her relationship with Rhaedalyn and R’nya, though her father didn’t appear to like him over much – and the bleeding man on the ground. She bit her lip, shifting uncomfortably on her feet as Zezeth nuzzled against Erebuth’s neck. She wanted to help the man stem the bleeding of his apparently broken nose, but she could feel Zezeth’s outrage at the defeated humans, and could clearly see how upset B’kit and his dragon were. The indecision was taken from her, when he scrambled to his feet and took off, spitting in their general direction. Madiquel’s nose scrunched up, disgusted.
Stepping forward some more, with a glance at her friends and classmates, Madiquel offered a small smile to D’hys. “Thank you, D’hys,” she said softly but with genuine appreciation for his stepping forward. She felt Zezeth’s curiosity as the young green left her brother, who appeared to be calming, and slipped up beside Madiquel, tipping her head back to peer up at Zeianth with curiosity and interest. She didn’t speak to him, didn’t even project any emotions at the blue, just studied him for several long moments before turning her attention back to Madiquel and puffing a warm breath on the girl’s cheek. Madiquel smiled, and pressed a hand to Zezeth’s cheek.