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@joelle-stone

THAT WAS HILARIOUS!!! Definitely made my day XD

How very true!!! LOL. Especially with this post…

@millennium

Just in the clearing with everyone else, so Kami could just speak to them from where he is. 🙂

@wingiby-iggiby /Kinnan–Joelle Stone

HA!! Well, if it sounds like it’s straight from Wingiby’s comedy chamber, I believe my work here is done. *leans backwards in chair*

Konyar turned to the girl who’d claimed to be an heir to a throne. But Rilyn spoke before he could.  She flapped onto the ground in front of them, careful to avoid smacking anyone with her tail, and scowled.

“What in the world are you talking about? Heir to the throne for what countries? World of ‘Elun?’” Rilyn shook her head. “You liar. Nobody but dragons themselves watch out for dragons. Wasn’t it your kind who drove us out, murdering innocent hatchlings along the way? Slaughtering our old and feeble? How can you tell such lies?”

“And you!” Rilyn whirled around to face the small fey, who had explained the situation to Riure. “Who do you think we are? How dare you refer to us as if we’re simply wild beasts who need taken care of!” Rilyn was snarling now. “ ‘With luck you’ll be able to settle matters without needing swords,’” she quoted, anger blazing in her eyes. She advanced a step.

Konyar had only seen Rilyn this furious once, and that had not ended well.  “Rilyn,” he murmured in a low tone, stepping forward in front of her. “Calm down. Don’t burn bridges, don’t lose it, over simple words.”

She glared at him. “But these are not simple words! They are an insult to you, me, and all of our kind. He’s spitting bile for no reason! He’s–he’s–”

Konyar shot up into his dragon form in an attempt to meet her gaze, so he could reason with her better.  “That doesn’t mean we can just go about freaking out at everyone who offends us.”

Rilyn angled her face away, refusing to meet his eyes. “I just can’t forgive them for what happened to  Sirian. It’s their fault he…” She trailed off.

At the name, a lump formed in Konyar’s throat, and he, too, looked at the ground. “It’s not their fault, though. Not this specific group of people. Besides, I don’t think the small one is even a human.”

Rilyn’s glower returned. “I don’t care. I hate them all.” She had said the last words quietly enough that Konyar doubted anyone else had heard.

“Rilyn,”  he said. “Please. Be rational.”

Rilyn sucked in a deep breath and lowered her wings, sitting on the ground and avoiding the gazes of everyone in the clearing.

Konyar shrunk back to his human form and uncomfortably shrugged. “You don’t have to worry about us hurting you,” he told the fey. “We wouldn’t. Even if you were attacking us, attacking back would be the last resort.” But from the gleam in Rilyn’s eyes, Konyar doubted she would back up what he’d just said.