Lost Creek Hollow the holly and the ivy.

lol. harlyn attempting to play matchmaker is the best thing ever despite that lagon is oblivious, lol.

Though it was extremely confusing to Lagon, Flynn had came upon the scene and excused herself in what seemed to be the same moment. The dragon's brow rose as he watched her depart, lips settling in perplexity as she disappeared into the foliage. Lagon's mahogany gaze rested upon the path she'd taken for a few seconds longer before with a lofty shrug he turned back to Harlyn. He found Flynn's behavior odd but chose not to capitalize upon it, though Harlyn mentioned about it being a shame that she couldn't stay and unable to help himself Lagon murmured “That was really weird.” in agreement. Perhaps it was because she wasn't used to being in a pack, having traveled with her brother ...or so that was what she'd told Lagon.

When Harlyn offered her absent observation in regards to Flynn's physical appearance with a hint of slyness that Lagon was oblivious to he felt his brow furrow as he truly contemplated it. As it was, he hadn't ever really taken notice before. Their first run-in had started off a little rough though it had ended amiable enough. “I suppose so.” Lagon muttered accenting his words with another shrug. Yet, he wasn't quite sure what Flynn's “prettiness” had to do with anything.