Pride listened with a falling heart. He hadn't known any of this. and he was troubled by it; Sora, at least, had seemed genuine. Upset, not cold or callous; certainly angry. He'd withhold judgment on her, then; maybe ask her, if he could find a... tactful time and place to ask, and tactful way, perhaps he would. But being willing to return to Hydra merely for their stones didn't sound like cowardice. Then again--
But either way, a pleasant change of subject seemed a good idea--hoping, of course, that Haven didn't know Tenzin's latest... incident.
Warrior glanced to Haven, at Pride's subtle nod, and studied her for a moment. He'd been lost in his own thoughts, his own nightmarish memories, too much to really notice and for that he felt a twinge of guilt, though it struggled hard to even be felt beneath his own grief and anger.
He tried to sound enthusiastic, kind, but behind it there was misery.
He was exploring, and some of the caves were interesting, thus far--or horrible, thinking of the cave full of bones--but what was the point of it, in the end? It was run by monsters: monsters in the dark, and he was putting on a kind face but all he felt was hopeless.
@Haven
Haven shuffled and looked up, thinking,
Scrunching her nose, she looked to Warrior, perking up a bit,
She was clearly struggling to find a topic that wasn't about death and lost friends, especially seeing as she had no idea who these people even were.
This last was a nod to Fireheart; Pride turned, pacing back beside the throne.
With that the stag went back to where he'd been, curling against the stone--in earshot but no longer part of the conversation.
exit Pride?
The atmosphere seemed to have improved a little, at least.
@Haven
Haven turned to Warrior and nodded gently,
So far she'd liked a lot of people, so she didn't doubt that she'd like Tenzin and Zee. She fluffed up her wings and looked off into the distance for a moment.
She waddled forward and took flight, looking around the stallion idly, easily bored but also easily amused. She found herself giggling as she flew upside-down, flipping around to arc up into the air before swooping low, claws scraping the ground.
Warrior glanced to Haven with some amusement.
He turned, nosing his way along back toward the ruins, along their edges; he picked a small clump of rubble walls not far from the Throne and settled himself into it.
@Haven
Haven followed after Warrior, grinning like an idiot. She snickered softly and flipped right-side up again, head bobbing up and down.
She sniffed around and nosed at a rock before peering at the ceiling. She managed to slot her claws into a few claws, and hung herself by her feet, wings open as she got comfortable. Her tail wrapped around her hind legs and she wrapped her wings around herself, peering at Warrior and grinning.
Exit Haven?
@Warrior
Warrior glanced out, up, to where Haven had found a crevice and worked her way into it. Warrior, rather than claustrophobic in his own hidey-hole, felt secure: the feel of the leaning slab just overhead, his own body heat warming it, was reassuring. But there was something amusing about the blind dragon-beast hanging upside-down, and he observed her for a moment before snorting a soft sound of amusement, and curling his head back along his flank.
exit Warrior