Scarne lost his thought track at the sound of the shiny Umbreon's voice and his dark ebony gaze turned towards Twilight. He nodded in reply to 'Good evening', then continued on the conversation with his own thought. "I am worried for Scarlett," he said, head fins a bit droopy. "She is nearing thirteen years, and as she gets older, we may eventually lose a wise Elder." His silent pause was broke by the hoot of a Noctowl, and he looked to the ground.
{Accepted, Dragonair. ^^}
{Accepted, Dragonair. ^^}








