Loch chuckled. "Haha! Not only that he smells a little embarrassed." she quipped, flying down to confront the newcomer.
"I see you've 'met' the little sass child. Not to mention Gloam who should be back in….. half an hour with Thunderbird and Rust."
[syriant started to object, paused and then started speaking softer than he intended]
s: "okay maybe i'm a child compared to you technically, but i only live to get like 90 years old therefore! i am at the same, maybe greater level of maturity that you are."
[ángel smirked playfully, looking between loch and syri.]
á: [he whispers, just barely enough to hear] "real creative way to say 'you're the child, bitch'"
Faal: The draconic male simply shrugs
I simply try to answer when asked. I see no point to give a harsh remark when I do not know someone.
"Nah, I'm talking about your personality." she smiled innocently.
[syriant smiled at that, baring his teeth unintentionally]
s: "fair enough."
á: "hey loch, you giving classes? i'll take a 'flaming syriant's sorry butt' class, if you will."
"Well, here's one: I am a child, what's your excuse?" she said, keeping her grin and eyes on Syriant. "You'll be able to branch off your 'skills' from there, it's quite simple actually, you just join the conversation with a verbal knife, laced with a venom that only harms the victim."
Faal: Simply grows quiet. His yellow eyes are gentle, pupils round showing his calm state. The male's tail curls around his side
[syriant shrugged noncommittally, letting his head loll to one side. he flashed his 'charmer' grin before he spoke]
s: "pretty good advice! maybe it'd be able to help baby here actually defend himself."
[ángel stuck his tongue out at syriant before leaning over and stage whispering to the closest living being]
á: "if he starts moving his wings around, you'll know he's putting on a show"
Loch didn't say much after that and went into the cave she had found, she was only in up to her tail before she gasped and ran in with a splash making itself heard.
Faal: Head perks up, hearing the whisper
Oh?
[ángel cocked his head and took on a playful expression]
á: "yeah, dude is known as master of seduction. it seems pretty funny until you see him put on a show like he's doing now, and bed someone within 5 minutes. his body count is in the thousands, they say. but-" [he gave a simple shrug] "-if you're seeing the showoff without the intent behind it, it's just funny."
[syriant rolled his eyes, sighing and flipping up on his knees to fan the air with his wings. when he was finished, he sat back on his heels]
s:"happy?"
"I bet that's a total lie!" she shouted from inside the cave. "And come check this out, there's WATER!!" Loch said as if it was the best thing she's ever experienced. "I'll even show you some cool abilities and this AWSOME rock I found!"
Mizu: …
Ameria: Nuzzles her cheek
Mizu: W-…Nevermind…
Faal: Ah, I see
Intriguing…as I am not used to such interactions so to speak. Though I suppose staying in my forest home alone explains a few things
I do not get much for visitors, only having the beasts and such that live in the forest I call home
Loch came out of the cave covered in water and just dragged the nearest person in the cave with her. (go ahead and volunteer, lol)
s: "sometimes i think it's a lie, until i bare that ugly grin of mine and 2 humans are asking me out. it's cause im an aasimar, elves have the same problem. unnatural beauty and all that bs. anyway, water?"
[he taps ángel's hand, and ángel briefly beats his wings before lifting into the air, landing gracefully on the ledge of the cave. syriant watches until he's safely up before taking off running, tearing across land and flapping until he was able to take off. once he gained enough height he circled back around and landed on the ledge, quickly arranging himself]
s: "so, lead the way."
She ran back into the cave as if her life force was connected to it.
(I might have the dragons go home and bring in my main OC (and her girlfriend))
Faal: The draconic male watched as the group started to run towards the cave. Remains silent, his tail remaining curled next to his side, the tip twitching now and then. Hums softly under his breath, slowly closing his yellow eyes
[ángel grabbed syri's hand and ran after loch, dragging syriant with]
to be honest i don't know what to type))
((well what are her powers that she's showing them))