@Fusn
The Skydancer sent a sharp, semi-disgusted glance at the hatcling, almost embarrassed to know that they were the same species. Oh, well. They weren't in the same Clan, which was probably all that mattered... He drummed his foretalons on the bark of the tree, which might have been a great oak by its sheer height and size. Certainly nothing like a maple or ash tree. Again, it probably didn't matter, since, where he came from, there was nothing but stick-thin pines that looked half-dead anyways, why was he interested in trees? Insomnia quietly snorted to himself and then turned his head; hatchlings weren't very interesting, especially if they had the actions of a brain-dead dragon. Another good reason he would rather not have hatchlings of his own.
Maybe stupidity was contagious, and that's why he was thinking like this. He glared at the ground far below him, his feathery, wisteria-purple wings swishing like an angry cat's tail might. If only he could be doing something actually productive instead of sitting in a tree, wondering why he was at a gathering of this sort in the first place. What had Zephyr said about it, besides him learning to be less anti-social, exactly? He couldn't quite put his talon on it, but he was pretty sure it had something to do with him accepting her mad diversity theory or something.
The Skydancer sent a sharp, semi-disgusted glance at the hatcling, almost embarrassed to know that they were the same species. Oh, well. They weren't in the same Clan, which was probably all that mattered... He drummed his foretalons on the bark of the tree, which might have been a great oak by its sheer height and size. Certainly nothing like a maple or ash tree. Again, it probably didn't matter, since, where he came from, there was nothing but stick-thin pines that looked half-dead anyways, why was he interested in trees? Insomnia quietly snorted to himself and then turned his head; hatchlings weren't very interesting, especially if they had the actions of a brain-dead dragon. Another good reason he would rather not have hatchlings of his own.
Maybe stupidity was contagious, and that's why he was thinking like this. He glared at the ground far below him, his feathery, wisteria-purple wings swishing like an angry cat's tail might. If only he could be doing something actually productive instead of sitting in a tree, wondering why he was at a gathering of this sort in the first place. What had Zephyr said about it, besides him learning to be less anti-social, exactly? He couldn't quite put his talon on it, but he was pretty sure it had something to do with him accepting her mad diversity theory or something.
umm... bother me i want to talk to people but im shy. i promise im terrible at being mean
ill make this pretty one day. today is not that day
ill make this pretty one day. today is not that day
