Dragoncrest Cliffs he has the holy fire of the gods within him

silkie hears bat's cackle over the sloshing of the water. there's a smugness to the set of the pale dragonling's shoulders that makes it's way to his lips where they curl into a lopsided grin at his darkest sister as he blinks away the droplets of water that clung to his lashes. he gives a slight shiver, as he itches to dispel the heavy weight of the water as causes his fur to cling ( probably unattractively ) to his body. he has yet to make the transition from pudgy cupcake to lean beefcake ...not that it perturbs silkie. there's a casual and childish disregard to his general appearance, if the constant state of mussed and windswept fur he typically sports is of any indication.

he watches the water tug and pull around their legs, looking up at bat suddenly when she announces that the bloodstain was going away ...and doesn't see her paw rise up and fling towards him out of the water until it's too late and she smacks him. silkie recoils back, blinking furiously as his brain tries to process it. it smarts where her paw connected with his nose. "ow." the reaction is a beat too late and even as silkie makes himself go crosseyed in an attempt to look down his muzzle at his nose the smarting has begun to fade. honestly, silkie — beyond being startled at first — isn't even perturbed by it. "jeez bat," silkie ribs her lightly. "tryna smack my nose off my face." he teases with a deep belly laugh because being snooted by his sister was funny and silkie is far too laid-back to take any sort of offense to it even if it hadn't been ( and he was fairly sure that it was entirely ) an accident.