Ah, a bit of a touchy subject, her parents. Faolan filed it away in the ask about it later category. Perhaps when he found G'reg and could get a little more guidance in handling conversations. He seemed to have hurt Auxina's feelings, but now wasn't the time to try and apologize when they were standing out in the open.
"Yes, I understand," he whispered harshly. "But you need to be quiet while you're out in the open. I'm sure the dragons where you're from are fine, but just because those dragons are friendly, doesn't mean these ones are."
It was a little funny that he was being lectured about getting to know dragons before passing judgement when he was bonded to one. He'd spoken to many dragons while G'reg was around and the ones in the plains seemed to share a similar mentality. They could be civilized for sure, much more civilized than any other settlement he had seen, but there was no leader of sorts that gave them direction.
They survived in the face of being hunted by other beings, and were not afraid to raze every settlement that dotted the plains and the forests. They were very much a "leave us alone and we don't bother you" sort. And that was how it was. Faolan had earned the respect of some of the dragons, but there were more that hated him for having his connection to G'reg.
In fact, G'reg had given him a task to convince other dragons of his legitimacy. It was grueling, but there was fruit from his labors. He could at least talk to them, which was a start.
He kept his eyes skyward while he ushered Auxina into the tall grass, though once he was enveloped in the plains, he had to stay focused. Some of the Wyverns liked to hunt on foot because there was the element of surprise, and curious Wyverns would come slinking around to find out what was coming into their territory now.
"You avoid the question about your parents," Faolan said. "We're going to be in the grass for a while. Might as well talk about it. No judgement."
"Yes, I understand," he whispered harshly. "But you need to be quiet while you're out in the open. I'm sure the dragons where you're from are fine, but just because those dragons are friendly, doesn't mean these ones are."
It was a little funny that he was being lectured about getting to know dragons before passing judgement when he was bonded to one. He'd spoken to many dragons while G'reg was around and the ones in the plains seemed to share a similar mentality. They could be civilized for sure, much more civilized than any other settlement he had seen, but there was no leader of sorts that gave them direction.
They survived in the face of being hunted by other beings, and were not afraid to raze every settlement that dotted the plains and the forests. They were very much a "leave us alone and we don't bother you" sort. And that was how it was. Faolan had earned the respect of some of the dragons, but there were more that hated him for having his connection to G'reg.
In fact, G'reg had given him a task to convince other dragons of his legitimacy. It was grueling, but there was fruit from his labors. He could at least talk to them, which was a start.
He kept his eyes skyward while he ushered Auxina into the tall grass, though once he was enveloped in the plains, he had to stay focused. Some of the Wyverns liked to hunt on foot because there was the element of surprise, and curious Wyverns would come slinking around to find out what was coming into their territory now.
"You avoid the question about your parents," Faolan said. "We're going to be in the grass for a while. Might as well talk about it. No judgement."
