[G] [O] 742.02.14 | A Higher Ceiling

"Nah, not too quiet," said V'lis as he gently maneuvered Pharalth to keep oiling him. "Some people just like to watch things." He glanced over at the blue and saw that he was just staring at his brother and nodded. "And... uh... looks like he's got that part down at least." And much more pleasantly, Pharalth was also being quiet, though he wasn't sure if the brown was just a combination of too sleepy and not agitated enough, or if he was trying to earn the same praise that his brother had for being quiet.

I can be quiet when things don't bother me, the brown said with a grump. V'lis reached over to give his eyeridges a scratch as he nodded. "I know, I know. Now give me your other wing so I can finish up and you can go back to sleep." And maybe he could try to get him to sleep inside. Pharalth let out a low annoyed growl again as he turned slightly to offer his other wing, still turning his head slightly to keep a wary eye on Teraseth.

"You don't have to worry about him, he doesn't look like he's getting any closer," V'lis said with a sigh. But you don't know, the brown hissed in irritation, tail flicking. "I'll keep an eye on him for you then." After a moment's pause the brown grumped and settled down, curling up and closing his eyes again while his rider kept oiling. V'lis turned back to Zh'yan, his eyes tired. "So yeah. i think it's fine that yours is quiet."