by PolarAzulTigris » Sun Jul 10, 2011 5:13 pm
(Law, that is funny. XD I can imagine that now, but potatoes are good. Also I apologize for being rusty at story lines, and writing in general. n.n; I haven't written with a group in ages.)
The younger dragon laughed at the response. "Aww, Burned!" Though he grinned at the older dragon. Perhaps he'd learn something about the odd leader. "So old wise glorious leader. Where to now?" He said with jesting to Isetya. He figured his own mother could figure her way around these parts without worrying too much about her.
Rozsa smiled a bit, nodding. "I try to mostly anyway. Sometimes the spirits don't always respond." She gave a tilt of the head as she trotted over towards the entrance. "I wonder how that dragon you spoke of is doing."