Dragoncrest Cliffs he is neither gentle nor kind

silkie watches étoille's expressions for any sign of annoyance or anger towards his butchering of the word he'd used before saying his (silkie's) name but the young dragonling finds none. silkie's perceptive, perhaps surprisingly so for one so young, and the taunt pull of his muscles in his shoulders relax when he notes the smile that pulls across the older male's lips instead. a grin split's the boy's own lips, exposing sharp teeth as his tail sways behind him as étoille offers, once more, the correct pronunciation. the word sounds so smooth, poise and elegant as it falls from étoille's lips and silkie recognizes that he wouldn't be able to replicate the word. "oh," silkie draws out the syllable and gives a firm nod of his head. bonejur = hello. got it. "hello!" silkie chirps, a bit late in return.

the sound of footfalls upon the cavern floor draw silkie's attention away from étoille and to tux instead as his brother makes a grand entrance carrying the frog that silkie had abandoned, silkie assumes anyway, in his mouth. "hey! that's mine!" silkie proclaims slipping easily into trigedasleng as tux spits the frog out to the ground. mine was a relative term. nothing was actually his. he shared many ( if not all ) of his toys with his siblings ( and ephraim for while the new boy wasn't a sibling by blood and silkie didn't know him all that well yet, he was considered one of them by silkie nevertheless ) and though it was childish instinct to want to claim the frog the truth was silkie wasn't overly disgruntled by it. a fact evidenced indisputably by the moments that followed his declaration as he let the poor tortured frog escape. instead silkie lifts his paw in an attempt to give tux a playful boop on the nose if his brother allows it as étoille turns his attention to tux. the question asked was a good one and silkie turns his inquisitive gaze back to tux, offering his youngest littermate a 'yeah tux, what were you up to' look as if étoille and him were playing good cop/bad cop during an interrogation, with silkie, obviously ( and perhaps eagerly as he makes up the scenario in his head ), as the bad cop.