It was a bad time indeed.
Cittagazze was not surprised from the lack of response, given that her question was arguably rhetorical in this situation. There was a dragon bathing in the fountain of a lair she had never even been inside of! How worse could it get?
She was facing the complete opposite direction of the Coatl and didn't look like she was going to turn her head any time soon, and she wouldn't do so until she was given a clear to make a break for wherever the brothers saw fit to look for their father next.
All she caught of the new dragon was a flash of yellow and the lift of a crest, and frankly, she was glad she turned around just before she heard a slew of water come from where the fountain was sitting. Did he stand up? Was he going to approach them? It became difficult not to think about tying herself up in a knot once it came to mind.
Maurris, apparently, had a habit of loitering in the water. His Draconic was remarkably clear for a Coatl's, despite soft syllables, and his tone of voice was completely nonchalant for a dragon that was just caught in the middle of something that was better off seen by no one else. Then, when he spoke of her, her ears swiveled forward.
"Yes, I will not be here for very long, and I am very sorry for.. disturbing you." She wasn't sure if she should have apologized, but her words were coming out of her mouth faster than she could put them through her head, and before she knew it she was being led to, hopefully, the hallway that was just brought up in question. She was thankful for the larger dragon blocking the view of the middle of the room, and tagged along silently until Maurris was out of earshot.
Cittagazze was not surprised from the lack of response, given that her question was arguably rhetorical in this situation. There was a dragon bathing in the fountain of a lair she had never even been inside of! How worse could it get?
She was facing the complete opposite direction of the Coatl and didn't look like she was going to turn her head any time soon, and she wouldn't do so until she was given a clear to make a break for wherever the brothers saw fit to look for their father next.
All she caught of the new dragon was a flash of yellow and the lift of a crest, and frankly, she was glad she turned around just before she heard a slew of water come from where the fountain was sitting. Did he stand up? Was he going to approach them? It became difficult not to think about tying herself up in a knot once it came to mind.
Maurris, apparently, had a habit of loitering in the water. His Draconic was remarkably clear for a Coatl's, despite soft syllables, and his tone of voice was completely nonchalant for a dragon that was just caught in the middle of something that was better off seen by no one else. Then, when he spoke of her, her ears swiveled forward.
"Yes, I will not be here for very long, and I am very sorry for.. disturbing you." She wasn't sure if she should have apologized, but her words were coming out of her mouth faster than she could put them through her head, and before she knew it she was being led to, hopefully, the hallway that was just brought up in question. She was thankful for the larger dragon blocking the view of the middle of the room, and tagged along silently until Maurris was out of earshot.
