Sprigla turned around to face the other too, and stepped on Mistralias's tail again to stop him. He sighed dramatically and whipped his head around, biting his tongue, a scowl deep in his face. He suddenly seemed incredibly irritable and snappy, tail sweeping the ground harshly. He seemed even more displeased at the fact that the forest was being loudly torn up.
"Slow down," Sprigla gruffed. Mistralias, uncharacteristically enough, raised his lip slightly. He seemed almost hostile, which made the coatl incredibly worried.
"What direction did you all come from?" the Skydancer asked abruptly, being unable to move for the moment. It wasn't an aimless question either. In fact, it held an undertone of concern. There was no doubt that something was dreadfully wrong, but in all honesty, Mistralias didn't have a strong intention to find out what it was.
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