Otatso Wetlands my words would just evaporate

LMAO

Soltero resisted the urge to allow a smirk to creep onto his features as he witnessed her expression shift. Her pouting face was only familiar in the sense that he'd had spouts of sulking just as she had (a toddler could cause a riot just by screaming), but he was not the most social of creatures and so he knew of no methods to ease her moodiness other than his own satirical sense of humour, which likely would only make it worse.

Oh well.

"Dragons?" He murmured (her speech was... difficult to focus on), granting her with a raised brow and curious stare; alright, perhaps he wasn't at all good at dealing with kids. But he frequently got lost in his own dreams and clung to what he could of his youth, so her talk of dragons... maybe he could play along. "What are you gonna do when you find one?" What he especially didn't know how to handle were moody kids, so if she wasn't gonna play nice then maybe he'd stop playing and huff back at her, just to see how she liked it. Maybe he was just as childish as her, beneath his mask of solemnity.

He paused when she mentioned names, but the first held no meaning to him whatsoever. "Afraid not. Maybe she went looking for dragons too and got eaten." Aria was simply a face among the creek wolves that the Valento had yet to encounter, but perhaps with a little time. "Durnehviir?" Oh, she was the dragoness, wasn't she? Rather fitting. Maybe she ate Aria. Soltero snapped out of his amused ponderings, and flicked his tail seriously. He was not talented in the ways of speech, and he was especially terrible at reading emotions, so the shift in her tone went mostly unnoticed. "I haven't seen her since the meeting. I'd imagine she's searching for Viinturuth."