On outer edges of the group, a brightly colored Ridgeback lands awkwardly, balancing on his hindfeet and tail, wings beating to help maintain his posture, and placed something tiny on the ground before finally dropping to all fours. Much better. Tucking his wings close,
Ammitai relaxes briefly. Safe arrival.
And then he freezes, green eyes widening in dismay as his tiny cargo, the Skydancer hatchling, begins climbing on him.
Senet agilely scales his friend's leg, and begins the long ascent up the Ridge's neck. He pauses only to scratch briefly at a chipped gem on his shoulder, apparently oblivious to Ammitai's rigid posture.
"Get down, Senet!" He pleads softly, afraid to move for fear of causing the hatchling to fall.
"AmmiI'msafeupheerrrreeeeeee! Heeee! You's so tall!" Senet squeaks in reply, bright green eyes sparkling with excitement as he reaches his clan mate's head. Tiny claws grip the Ridgeback's thick scales as he surveys the area. "Wooooow! Lookit, lookit Ammi! All the dragons hereeeee, heehee! Lune an' Orane an' Kalina shoulda come'd too! All d'pretty dragons here! We meet d'pretty dragons, Ammi?"
Crossing his eyes in an attempt to look up at the hatchling perched on his head, Ammitai tried his best not to move. How to get Senet down without him jumping again? Windsinger help him. If Senet got hurt, he was sure the Matriarch would... would... do something terrible, for sure. The diminutive Fae was a fraction of his size, and as friendly as could be, but Ammitai was sure he'd be in for an awful fate if a hatchling got hurt around him.
Reaching out with a wing, he touched the nearest dragon, a Guardian, and gave her the best pleading look he could. "Help?" He hadn't considered that it probably looked like he was afraid of the hatchling perching on his head.
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ChariHunter I hope this is still going, and that I'm not interrupting anything?))