09-25-2018, 01:33 PM
Leilan
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
could have so many ragged holes inside
could have so many ragged holes inside
The kid is prancing in place not unlike he himself can, though usually Leilan only gets nervous when he has nothing much to do and his mind takes him places he'd rather not go. Like if Jenova would be angry with him, but she seems to be okay. That's at least one load off his shoulders.
At the introduction, including 'dying to meet you', he cocks his head a little as he looks around the blue mare to the bay roan colt. Clearly he's nervous, and he chuckles. "Is that so?" Or was it Jenova who was dying to introduce the two of them? Nevertheless, he's glad she did, of course. As he examines the colt's looks, the young boy seems to do the same. There's gold on him, some of those lines glowing, though his mane are 'just' the same metallic gold as his own. He's wondering about that - none of his or Jenova's markings are glowing - just as the colt asks about where his wings are.
He snorts. "You got those from your mother." he explains, and looks down on the colt intruding his personal space just like his mother would. He doesn't really mind - the kid's just that, a little kid, and even younger than Chryseis was when he met her. Oh, that's an idea. He looks up at Jenova. "Do you two need a place to live?"
At the introduction, including 'dying to meet you', he cocks his head a little as he looks around the blue mare to the bay roan colt. Clearly he's nervous, and he chuckles. "Is that so?" Or was it Jenova who was dying to introduce the two of them? Nevertheless, he's glad she did, of course. As he examines the colt's looks, the young boy seems to do the same. There's gold on him, some of those lines glowing, though his mane are 'just' the same metallic gold as his own. He's wondering about that - none of his or Jenova's markings are glowing - just as the colt asks about where his wings are.
He snorts. "You got those from your mother." he explains, and looks down on the colt intruding his personal space just like his mother would. He doesn't really mind - the kid's just that, a little kid, and even younger than Chryseis was when he met her. Oh, that's an idea. He looks up at Jenova. "Do you two need a place to live?"
@[Jenova]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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