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Garnet-Epsilon

A small preen at the praise, and a bow of respect to Vargas, and Garnet had let Master and Orthoclase talk - most of that was none of their business, anyway, but something is nagging at their mind - and keeps tabs on the dragonling, who had... gotten up and was walking?

Ah, hungry. Good instincts, it seems.

Now, Epsilon would never probably be asked for their opinion on the new addition to the family, but they still made careful notes of all the traits they see, the separate heads and their personalities, slowly hardening scales, and the wings...

But. Food.

The teaching of this one is Orthoclase's job, but Garnet still chirps at them - "Hey. Turn back to Master Vargas and Orthoclase," a gesture with their spotted wing, the colors clashing in the grey and white until they mentally compare their colors once more, "they will decide what is to be done. Tell them, and they will teach you what you need. Hopefully, we - they can figure out who will teach you to fly." Uhoh. A small slip, an idea that had been brewing within them as soon as they'd seen the dragon.

@Orthoclase-Alpha

"Tell me what you see in this one."

Alpha's gaze turned away from its Master and to the newborn. It paid no mind to the garnet as it spoke, focusing on trying to shove down its innate dislike of dragons. Powerful as they were, they were stupid and had no inhibitions once provoked. The orthoclase would like to think it wasn't so feral and inclined towards such behavior.

It did have to admit, though, they were strong; and while this wasn't a dragon descended from a Sentinel, it could be raised to be loyal and... not try to torch it.

The left head's retreat by its arrival hadn't gone unnoticed, and neither did the difference between the other two heads. Different personalities, like Kerberos had. The middle one had taken charge, if only to... walk away? Hungry? At least that gave Alpha a better view of the back, lined with spines. Harder to bite, maybe. If it was attacking the child, it'd likely go for the sides or a wing. Either could be moved away.

Well, time to report as much: "it could be an aerial attacker - dropping from the sky or with whatever magic it has. The scales would protect it from underneath and the spikes ward attacks from above." The pause was Alpha's form of but, "the heads are fighting, and it looks... heavy. Could be pushed onto the front and not be able to get up." That might get in the way, but maybe it was just an attitude problem... hopefully.

@Vargas

Vargas' head snapped up to regard Garnet-Epsilon, as it spoke, and his voice boomed out sharp and strong, an uncharacteristic trace of a snarl of authority in it.

"YOU are still spawn. YOU do not get to order other spawn around until you have proven yourself, and been tested. Watch your words, lest the new child eat you for its first meal. I would suggest you go bring it a rat, if you'd rather it not see you as food." Eyes narrowed for a long, hard stare at the smaller creation--one that had had far too long to be tested and trialled, and yet still hadn't completed its training. It would learn the hard way, if it pressed its newest comrade, that survival was indeed of the fittest.

Never mind that the poor creature was probably just trying to help and support the child--apparently, Vargas had not seen it that way.

Massive head swung back toward Orthoclase-Alpha, that intensity of gaze still in it, though diffuse. "Good, yes. We will see what it is capable of from range; if it can utilize magic all the better, but its body is certainly suited toward combat capability." Epsilon was utterly disregarded, for the time being, as if forgotten. "In training, we will need to teach it to keep its balance, too. If need be, we may be able to fashion it armor that weighs more at the rear, but that may well hinder its flight, if it turns out to be capable."

Vargas glanced at the child, ensuring it did not stray far, keeping tabs on it for now. If it wandered, he would pace along with it as he spoke, but it seemed to just be nosing about for food, for now. "We will bear those possibilities in mind, now, and watch it as it grows, train it for these eventualities, and adapt our plan as we see how it develops."

@Bloodstone

Bloodstone each picked a person to focus on. Middle on Alpha, Right on Vargas, and Left on Garnet. They all flinched and reared back as Vargas yelled, skittering back in surprise before sitting down immediately, deciding that food could come later when everyone stopped talking. Left cooed gently at Garnet before pulling back again, letting the others observe whatever else would happen.

They lay down after a bit and lay their heads down, sighing gently as they watched a speck of dust float in the air. It stood up after a bit and followed the dust, a childish instinct to practice and hunt whatever moved welling up from within. They launched forward to swipe at the speck and chased it across the ground, extending long claws to lash out. It wasn't long before they smacked the speck down and checked to see if they'd caught it, the three heads poking under their massive mitt to make sure that it was definitely dead.

A growl welled up in their chest in victory, and they looked back at the three conversing about them before making their way to Garnet. They sat down next to them, each head not-so-discretely eyeing their tail. Their own twitched as they waited for it to move, definitely intent on pouncing on it.

@Garnet-Epsilon

Garnet-Epsilon

Master Vargas wheeling around on them had almost pulled an instinctual hackling from the tiny hybrid - but it instead simply flattened everything, its ears, small mane, and wings tight against it's back.

The image of perfectly contrite, if the narrowing of it's eyes wasn't looked closely at. Mostly ignored, then, as the titans once again began to converse, Epsilon gets to it's feet, offers a quick bow and a snap of its wings as it takes to the air...

and quickly out of the dragonling's way. Why had they come to it? Who knows, and frankly Epsilon knows it's in no position to find out right now.

A rat? I'll get a rat. But he won't get my words if that's his issue with me.

With that, they use their ears and mind for something more productive, and quickly locate a rat, dropping down quickly and hoping that some semblance of surprise would give it the edge it would need to kill the nasty thing that's nearly as big as it is.

A solid landing on the rat's back and a shredding of Epsilon's small nails in it's skin starts the struggle heavily in favor of the Sentinel, and a low rumbling noise tears it's way out of it's throat in satisfaction.

@Orthoclase-Alpha

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