Sleeping Dragon Crackjaw

Maplewood Phoenix gave his companion a cheeky grin, taking the playfully assumed name in over-confident stride. "I could pull off a name like Maplewood," he remarked with quite a bit of sass and a definite amount of certainty. Unconsciously he had begun to do a sort of prance -- perhaps reminding one of the dance a race horse does when being led to the starting gates -- and he bobbed his head at Alarian Kiel, canting his red ears curiously as he wondered for a while about the statement made of his mother.

"What are poppy seeds, though?" the teenager asked after chuckling about what he thought was a joke. "They mess you up or something?"