24.Aug.13, 12:10 AM
I'shan's good mood didn't last long. He hissed in surprise when he saw the green dragon moving closer, effectively boxing him in and forcing him back towards the door. "Hey, what the..?" he asked, blinking in confusion and finding himself sorely tempted to duck under her and run off. I'shan was normally pretty easy going, but he didn't handle being confronted very well. He was prone to overreaction, especially when he didn't feel that he'd done anything to provoke it.
Ilveriath was not pleased. His eyes flashed red and he delicately side-stepped a confused Isharyn as he walked over, gaze locked on Twilirth.Move away he commanded n an even but serious tone, curling up close by and fanning his wings in a show of anxiety. He soothed I'shan and tried to warn him not to overreact, but the truth was that Ilveriath was far angrier. I'shan was, for the most part, just confused and a bit offended...Ilveriath was outraged.
I'shan shot a look at Ceilidhe. "Do you have a problem?" he asked, puzzled and unimpressed. If she wanted to talk, she could have just asked like a decent person would do. When she spoke, he lifted a brow and looked to Ilveriath, motioning gently for the normally-placid dragon to calm down. The blue bit back the sharp words he had for the greenpair and settled down, turning his attention back to the child, pleased to distract him from the moment of tension that Ceilidhe and her dragon had provoked.
I'shan crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "You could have just said something." No wonder he never visited. Of course, the topic at hand cooled his nerves a little bit, and he found himself glancing back to Isharyn as the boy attempted to balance Missy on Ilveriath's snout.
"...He's about to turn eight," I'shan murmured. He remembered.
Ilveriath was not pleased. His eyes flashed red and he delicately side-stepped a confused Isharyn as he walked over, gaze locked on Twilirth.
I'shan shot a look at Ceilidhe. "Do you have a problem?" he asked, puzzled and unimpressed. If she wanted to talk, she could have just asked like a decent person would do. When she spoke, he lifted a brow and looked to Ilveriath, motioning gently for the normally-placid dragon to calm down. The blue bit back the sharp words he had for the greenpair and settled down, turning his attention back to the child, pleased to distract him from the moment of tension that Ceilidhe and her dragon had provoked.
I'shan crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "You could have just said something." No wonder he never visited. Of course, the topic at hand cooled his nerves a little bit, and he found himself glancing back to Isharyn as the boy attempted to balance Missy on Ilveriath's snout.
"...He's about to turn eight," I'shan murmured. He remembered.