Frogspawn Swamp a grin made for war

arcturus' ears pricked as the story between the two finished. praimfaya divulged an escapee -- arcturus did not dare ruin the story with his own insights on whether or not dragons were real.

if ever there was a dragon to walk this earth, he surmised it was black of pelt and walked the spear.

the warmth of his gaze and the slow sway of his tail was stolen from him as praimfaya's question washed over him, followed by meerkat's mis-identification of him. his head lowered and a flinty aspect overcame him.

"hi, meerkat." arcturus returned, choosing to tackle the dragon in the room head-on. he could not help the flinch of tension that settled in his shoulders as meerkat mentioned they were planning on visiting the 'spear. he would certainly not be involved (thank whatever dragons may be). "no, i am in firebirds copse now. dragomir was looking for you - have you returned to the spear yet?"