celtic lore

lol, a little jealous much, lagon? xD

She saw him, though his vocal greeting had implied the effort to make sure that he did not pass by entirely unnoticed by her. Though her look struck the dragon as frightened more than anything else. Whether this assumption was correct or not was up in the air, but Lagon would, for the moment, defer to his judgment for It — and her body language — was all the young dragon really had to go off of. “Wait, it's ok. I'm not going to hurt you...” He broke his silence adopted as he studied her “deer in the headlights” look, though he was afraid to move so much as a twitch of a muscle that he  might spook her if he did. Lagon wasn't particularly used to that kind of look — the kind of look that made him feel like he had scared her. He wasn't particularly scary (or so he thought, anyway). His tone had been soft as it breached the silence of the forest, assuring, his posture amiable and non threatening.

She looked away, abruptly; and stared at the newcomer upon the scene, her gaze appearing startling focused and lacking what Lagon had assumed to be the fear she'd had when she'd looked at him. Unable to help that he felt slighted by the sudden way things had happened, mahogany eyes rolled to stare at the older man that had joined them — the one the girl's gaze was fixated upon. Perhaps it was the spoiled brat within Lagon but he didn't appreciate getting that kind of reaction as a greeting while the other didn't, drawing the assumption that she didn't know the chocolate colored male if only because she did not voice a greeting at him. 

Would Lagon have been the majestic serpent he'd been named for he would have let out a hiss of discontent, as it was he settled for a soft sigh, wondering if he shouldn't just bail and let them alone to their heady stares or whatever the hell was going on between them.