Bone returned Svartis' gaze, and then powered on after her father with a shake of her head.

"Or not..." she said, and laughed. They could stagger their arrivals, at least, but she doubted the dragon swarm could possibly appear not intimidating.

Ahh, well; at least they could look for a place for Mom and Svartis to live, someplace cooler, but safely close by. It'd be nice, she thought, to have family around.

Well--more family, anyway.

exit Bone

Blight swept along on tattered little wings, expression brightly enthusiastic.

"I won't scare," he assured, dipping a little and nearly falling at the attempt to focus on speaking and flying both.

Apparently he didn't intend to just "be small," either--the little guy had a plan. Shadows swathed over his form, and--as if a black not-shape was more subtle than an actual pale little dragon--he bobbed along, sure that he was hidden.

And that he wouldn't scare away the lions.

exit Blight

Bug, for her part, laughed enthusiastically.

"I'm gonna scare 'em!" she decided--as unlikely, really, even on purpose as Blight doing so on accident.

Apparently intent on getting there first, she vanished--a rock reappearing, falling midair in her place--and blinked into existence where a rock had been, on a ledge some distance ahead. Tiny wings propelled her forward as she mischieviously raced to get there first.

exit Bug