A tiny guardian raced into the room, diving into the pile of pillows with a muffled sob. Following behind him was an
enormous guardian, looking somewhat sheepish in the room full of fledglings and their various caregivers.
"Come now Apollo, it's alright." Patheon craned his nose into the pile of cushions, emerging with his young son clinging to his snout.
"B-but she cheated! It was so mean!" Apollo sniffed loudly, trying to hide beneath his own wings. "Mum even said so!"
Pantheon thought back to his
partner, sitting in the stands and getting entirely too engrossed in the match. She had shouted almost as loudly as the commentators, complaining about the match being DISHONOURABLE and A TERRIBLE EXAMPLE when the Empress had discovered a steel chair below the ring and used it as a weapon against her opponent. Though he didn't disagree, she'd forgotten herself and upset their son.
"You know your mum gets far too excited at events like these." He chuckled, bobbing Apollo on his snout gently. "Nobody really gets hurt, the Empress is just playing like you do with the other hatchlings! But here there has to be a bad guy so that we can root for the wrestler we like!"
Peering out from under his own wing, the young guardian sniffed and wiped away tears. "So S-Sir Wr3nch might still win?"
"They just might. We'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"
"Yeah!! So does that mean I can I can hit mum with a chair next time we wrestle?" Apollo said cheekily, hopping off his father's snout and taking a moment to survey the room around him. There were lots of young dragons gathered around a table with crayons and sheets of paper, brows furrowed with concentration.
Pantheon threw back his head and laughed, then batted at his son with a giant hand. "You can certainly try, but I don't think she'd be happy about it. How about we take a break, do some colouring in?" A brightness returned to Apollo's eyes at the prospect, forcing a smile from his father as well.
"Come on, let's go and get some paper."