Floating Key
unknowingly meeting grandpa!
The kiss on his nose makes a sneeze well up inside it, and he quickly recoils his head as he enters into a sudden and violent sneezing fit. By the time it's over, his eyes are watering, but he's chuckling a deep, fatherly chuckle. The girl is sweet and feisty too, both good signs that she will grow up strong and able. Vadir approves of the gesture of respect the filly shows, and a plume of smoke emanates from her nostrils as she stares at the youngling. "Hatchlings of your species so....ungainly. Dragon hatchlings can hunt almost right away." The comment is derisory, but Volterra can feel that his golden queen doesn't entirely dislike his grand brood. They are hers by extent, and she is like a fierce mother to them all. Vadir flares her wings and issues a rumble of displeasure as the filly compares her to Zafir - being compared to a mere blue, even an inoffensive and respectful one, is a high insult and she bristles visibly. However, a stern word from Volterra calms her, and she settles back down whilst silently seething. Now is not the time for her to act....well, like Vadir, and Volterra is grateful that she's feeling in a good enough mood to obey him. The girl tumbles over, and as Zafir rushes to help her Volterra fears for a second that Astarot will, too. That is not his way of working - provided no real harm is done, it's best for a child to learn to rise by themselves, helping to breed a sense of defiance into them. It is a good sign that Astarot leaves her to stand by herself, and the beast dips his head in silent approval to his son. Astarot's suggestion makes the leviathan's head snap towards him in alarm. "Swim?" His eyes boggle at the younger male. Volterra is sturdy and strong, but swimming is not his favourite activity. He doesn't like not knowing what is beneath him, especially here where all manner of nastiness resides beneath the surface. Still, this is his granddaughter he's talking about. With everything the giant man has lost, the least he can do is humour what he has left. After a fierce internal battle, Volterra finally nods. "A swim sounds lovely," he says through gritted teeth. |
@Sarika I'm good with that!
