Roleplay

@ZenithDragon

Tendon sank his claws into the sun-hardened dirt as a furry caribbean head poked through the grass. He watched the tundra, ears straining to catch any other sound in the area.
Make a move, and Tendon will flay you, the mirror thought, hard crimson gaze fixed on the tundra's pale green ones.

Instead of addressing the tundra, Ripley struggled to face her ally. "You need to calm down or you're going to get us killed," she stated matter-of-fact. It was for show, mostly.
She didn't wait to see if he, at least, visibly relaxed. Her attention turned towards the tundra. The dragon's scent was thick of male though the mane of fur was an obvious giveaway. Aside from that, she only smelled the sweet scent that Wind dragons often carried. It was almost sickening how much it differed from the salty air they were accustomed to.
"I'm sorry," she said, her voice soft as she bowed her head. Tendon, as far she knew, had no history of living with a clan while she'd lived with one until she was considered old enough to make her own life choices. If they appealed to this dragon's good side maybe they had a chance at seeing another day and getting back to their ship. That was, of course, if Tendon listened to her.
"He's a little tense considering our current state," Ripley started, nodding towards Tendon. "My friend and I are lost and," she said, her gaze drifting to her broken hind leg. "Are marooned and can't go very far with this. Is there any way we could ask you for help or, at least, let us pass through your territory?" she asked, trying to keep her tone light and friendly.

@ZenithDragon

Ripley almost breathed a sigh of relief at his offer. She'd have been content if they were granted passage through, but she was more than relieved that they were kind enough to let them stay with the clan for the time being.
"May the gods look favorably upon you today," she responded warmly. The statement was generic and something she'd started to use once she became a pirate. It owed no allegiance to a particular deity and occasionally became something of a joke among the crew. After all, what sort of god would allow pirates to steal from any and every Flight for their own gain?
She started to get up, the pain from her broken leg intensifying two-fold as she did. Suddenly, though, the leathery smell enveloped her as Tendon came to her aid to help her to her feet.
A look at him told her that he still wasn't content with the idea of taking shelter with a clan. His crimson gaze burned with wariness and unwelcome, but at least he had stopped drooling for the most part.

He might have been calmer but there was more going on than simply attending to Ripley and keeping an eye on the friendly tundra. Rather, the minor discomfort he'd felt before in his stomach was worsening and amplifying his mood. He shoved it off as potential bloat of some sort but either way, he had more important things to concern himself with. It just wasn't helping his mood at all.

When Ripley was heavily leaning on Tendon and prepared to move she looked towards the tundra. "Alright, then, lead the way...?" she trailed off, hoping to encourage the tundra to introduce himself and his clanmates.

@ZenithDragon

(Ah, thankee kindly fer informin' me! Aye, I wasna sure 'ow long that might last 'r t' th' extent it might go. I'll remember it fer future ref'rence though. Also, should ye fancy, we can jump ahead t' yer lair.)

Ripley looked at each dragon in turn, smirking when Xyron made a remark about fighting. If the dragon had been on their ship, his spirit would've been put to the test quickly. Nonetheless, she was grateful for these dragons and had no intention on sabotaging the relationship yet with any bits of their own past.
When they started moving, she was careful to put as much pressure on her other legs as possible though the pain continued to throb like a vibrant heartbeat. At least the talking would distract her from it for the most part.
"I'm Ripley and this," she paused to grit her teeth before continuing. "Is Tendon," she introduced, avoiding any ideas of ranks or where they were from. Hopefully, Tendon held a similar thought. If they had a chance to be alone, she would suggest what she'd had in mind when they first caught sight of other dragons: They were from a wandering clan. It would explain the salty scent and their clothing for the most part.

Tendon seemed to ignore Ripley's introduction of them, not saying a word or bowing. Instead, he watched the three of them in turn as he supported his shipmate. The skins he wore were giving him a hard time breathing through his nostrils, a suffering he brought upon himself intentionally to dry the saliva in his mouth and keep him from drooling. The only side effects it produced was a soft hiss between his teeth when his mouth was shut. So he walked with his mouth slightly open to avoid any more trouble than they'd have to endure with the clan.

"How far is your lair from here?" Ripley asked, glancing around. It was the first time she had a decent look around since they'd had to stop to avoid being seen before.

@ZenithDragon (Thankee kindly. Unfortunately, though, I also didna read inna Xyron's powers before'and.
I've a quarrel with neither. I only suggest forwardin' time in certain cases t' avoid overly drawn-out scenarios. Yet it seems ye've nary a need t' appeal t' that 'ere.)

Tendon was tense. This was unfamiliar territory to him and even when they docked at the auction house, he at least knew his surroundings. Nobody usually pestered a pirate and few clans roved about the more public areas around the auction house. Whenever they ran into clans, it was to pillage and lay waste to them. Now the tides were turned.
A lingering presence nearby told him the purple dragon, Xyron hadn't found something better to do or someplace better to be. The flowery scent the male carried was starting to cause Tendon to salivate. He wasn't fond of it so he took deep long-lasting breaths to avoid inhaling the scent more then he had to.
As they approached the pair that stood in front of a cave, Tendon watched them like a hawk. If only Ripley hadn't fallen out of the crow's nest they wouldn't be here!

"Thank you," Ripley nodded to the orange snapper. Her gaze went to Gavis once more. "Should this become too much of a disturbance, having us here among your clan, we can leave," she explained trying to keep the mood light and friendly. Unfortunately, her companion wasn't making matters any better and it was starting to irritate her.
She turned her attention to Xyron though she couldn't see him past Tendon. "We have something of a medicine dragon too. Her name is Lana. She's also very good at mending wounds," she explained, pausing once to suck in breath between her teeth because she'd stepped wrong.

@ZenithDragon

(I'd fancy lettin' ye know that Tendon isna one o' round girth normally. That was 'is initial reaction t' th' lad's spore cloud, heh.)

"Right," Ripley muttered in agreement with both Terrence and Gavis. She braced herself for the upcoming ascent but she was sure that wouldn't be enough. Gods, please, let there be all that and more at the top of these stairs, she thought, as the idea of food made her mouth water. How long had it been since they'd ended up in the Windswept Plateau? Better yet, how long had it been since they'd eaten?

Tendon shot a concerned glance towards Ripley as they approached the steps. "The pair will stay as long as it takes for Ripley to heal and walk freely," he stated firmly. It was the first time he'd spoken since they'd been found in the field and yet he still felt like it was too much. His attention flicked towards Xyron. "How many of this clan's dragons are like the purple mirror?" he pried, drool dangling from his chin as he spoke.

Ripley's eyes widened at Tendon's question. "Watch your tongue, Tendon! We have them to be grateful for," she snapped, feeling her muscles starting to burn from the strain. If he kept this up, they might as well have rolled over and welcomed the dragons to slicing open their bellies.

"Not yet," he muttered, though it wasn't quite as quiet as RIpley wished it had been.

She shot him a scathing look. If they made it out of here alive, she'd flay him and his false skins as soon as they were out of the territory.