Fable - Ask Mountains High

[Ashieron]

Ash groans for a moment and Azi gets up off of him. The elf felt fine other than the dust floating in the air. Azi was hissing at him and growling but Ash knew what he meant.

Pushing the young dragon off of himself Ash dusts off his clothing and hair. "You know I am not a fragile glass doll." Ash snaps at the dragon. Azi snaps back pushing the elf out of the crater, "Too much magic." He rumbled in draconic back to Ash who rolls his eyes.

Ash still a bit angry at the dragon climbs out of the hole in the mountain and waves his hand, "We're okay!"

 

[Freya Thrakin]

Oris' wings beat against the cloud of dust that hovered motionless in the air, draconic eyes attempting to peer through the obscuring veil. As the cloud slowly dispersed, a relieved sigh left Freya upon the sight of a largely uninjured Ashieron and a disgruntled Azi standing in the center of the newly made crater.

"Oh, thank the spirits," the Nord murmured to herself before turning a sharp glare to Azi, not all too dissimilar to that of a mother reprimanding an unruly child. "Azierion. What you did was beyond dangerous, especially since you're not a hatchling anymore. If Ash wasn't already preparing for an impact, there'd be far more than dust in the air," she warned.

"Youngling," Oris uttered in draconic, "You have many others to play with, others less like fragile glass dolls. Plenty of creatures to hunt, and I'm sure your siblings wouldn't mind the roughhousing as much."

 

[Aifrin]

She didn't know whether to laugh, remain silent or just shake her head. She opted to remain silent, unsure of just how well received a teasing comment would be at the moment. Birin chirped nervously, and Aifrin stared at the dragon as it spoke to the other in their native tongue.

She hoped this wasn't a common thing, as it likely didn't do well for ones health to be so frequently shocked with alarm.