Sleeping Dragon Crackjaw

LMAO i love phoenix

Oh god, he was really cute; Alarian felt his ears flush slightly, trying not to stare too long at the younger male's energetic movements. You could, He agreed softly, the hint of teasing still in his voice. It was probably bad to feed the youth's ego, but he couldn't help it— he never could.
At Phoenix's question, he laughed slightly. Yeah, kind of— they're seeds from poppies, y'know, the flowers? They relieve pain, but they make you pretty weird, too. And tired. When their destination was in sight, Alarian's pace increased slightly until he came to a stop at the edge of the river. He cast a single glance to his companion before he bent his head to drink, cool water soothing his irritated throat; the air had been harsher than he realized around the mountain.