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Aeromisae looked between the Imperial "emperor" and the Pearlcatcher, the latter of which was quaking in fear. As the Pearlcatcher, Skivek, seemed unwilling to speak, the Guardian spoke up, nodding slowly to the "emperor".
"Greetings," she said calmly. "I was just chatting with your clanmate here. Is there anything I can do to assist you?"
She ignored the chanting a ways away, broken by Bramble's taunts and Clovis' protests.
"Madam, I'm sorry," the orange Ridgeback exclaimed over the chanting. "I refuse to fight a lady without a just cause! If you were threatening my clan or stealing from our hoard or kidnapping hatchlings or running off with familiars or decimating our territory or speaking dishonorably of our leadership or..."
Clovis droned on, listing a dozen possible reasons why he
might be inclined to fight, counting each one on his claws and momentarily ignoring Bramble and her trident.
Up in the actual mountain of Dragoncrest, another Imperial had been drawn away from her books by the sounds from the slopes below, and was gliding down on ashen wings to see what the commotion was about.
Gliding over Clovis and the strange, trident-wielding Imperial, she realized it was some sort of impromptu fight--mostly due to the surrounding dragons' chants and Clovis' monotonous listing.
Flying on, she dropped to the earth next to Aeromisae, beginning to ask, "Aero, what's going--on...?"
She trailed off, staring at the brightly-colored male standing nearby, in sharp contrast to her own grey tones.