ORIGIN

Garnet-Epsilon

But, resolution aside, Epsilon goes forwards and starts to climb the wreckage of the wall, tail whipping back and forth for balance but wings stubbornly pulled close to their body, so when they reach the top and open their span, it's almost in celebration.

But who really cares, honestly, says a dark voice in the corner of their mind, and their wings droop, and are tucked quickly against their shoulders once again.

They almost retort aloud, the names of the family- targets that they found almost jumping off their beak.

Jaw.

Maw. Whatever, it's an odd snoot.

I should ask around- find more Gembound around Master Vargas's generation, possibly the Story Teller I've heard word of will know. Or perhaps I can approach someone else, if there... is someone else. Huh.

A short pause as they look out once again, and then... a soft growl from their stomach.

Oops.

Garnet-Epsilon

A bit of an awkward shuffle, and they manage to sit up and place a paw to their stomach as it makes yet another noise, and then... a sigh.

Ears flung high, and swiveling, as they listen quietly for something moving around... something edible, of course. If someone else were to walk by, they'd simply leave-

or fly like Lord Dhracia herself has grabbed for them if it was someone in particular.

...

Okay, that's a bit excessive there, but the fact remains I do not wish to speak to the dragonlings.

Thoughts of Bloodstone aside, now, back to focusing on finding food- hopefully something small.