· playing in the trees

<font color='#ABCDEF'>Adathiel laughs, lilac eyes amused.
"Like I could force anyone out even if I wanted to. I'll just wait and let everyone take their precious time," she replies. Her tail wrapped around her legs and she ruffled her wings, shaking dust out of them. She fluffed her fur to hide her thin chest, where her ribs were showing. For a 'dragon as small as Adathiel, it was hard to catch any prey, they were all as big, if not bigger, than herself. So she made do with nuts or fruits she could forage, but she didn't know much about what she could eat in the jungle.
She didn't want anyone taking pity on her, so she hid it. It was her own fault she was out on her own before she was ready for it anyway. At least, thats what she kept telling herself.</font>

 

<font color='#FFFFFF'><font color=iecblue><center>

A slight curvature t'ward heav'n was allowed to draw itself lightly 'cross sky drenched mawl at the look that came o'er Arehk's facade as he noticed her and his reply to her greet.  He obviously didn't find her too weird for her ways and that made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside for some reason.  Don't ask her why because she wouldn't be able to answer.  She just new that she liked being in the company of this charmer.

Jaws parted in halves to reply to his offer to join him, but she was rudely interuppted by the powerful push from behind that sent her slender, willowy frame straight into the water.  Seconds later, artfully crafted zenith appeared once more above the water accompanied by a myriad of coughs that sent the water from her lungs.  No longer were deep azure optics relaxed and peaceful but narrowed to slits in annoyance.

Slim limbs struck out in a swift paddling motion, flashing those light sky blues beneath the surface as she swam quickly to the shollows and iron talons gripped at the rocks.  A few swift, deep breaths caused 'er chest to rise and fall 'fore this femme built like a cheetah began a rather menacing trot t'ward the brute dubbed Takron.  Mind you, she didn't seem very intimidating at the moment since she was wet through and through but she could take him.

"Yeah Takron, but the name's not Mali, it's Malilika to you since you have no right at all to use my nick name.  I do not appreciate being pushed into the water like that and don't find it amusing at all since I don't know you."  Usually sweet and buyount voice was rather flat and dead.   This only proved that she was not happy with how Takron had conducted himself.</font>

<font color=white> ride.against.the.waves. </font></font>

 

<font color='#ABCDEF'>Adathiel backed further into shadow, not wishing to be seen again, though she could hardly avoid it. She turned lilac orbs to the confrontation between Malilika and Takron. The taciturn 'dragon was slightly amused by the argument, though she would have reacted to Takron's rudeness the same way. Not that she would have been listened to anyway. Her past was so lamentable that she grew prejudiced t'ward her own size, hating it. She tended to hide herself away so people wouldn't have to look upon her. So, once again, she hid from sight as best she could, ignoring her ever-rumbling stomach.</font>

 

<font color='#ABCDEF'>Adathiel eyed the meat from her place in the shadows, mouth watering. She had hoped no one would her her noisy stomach, but apparently it had been hopeless. The 'dragon considered refusing the meat, but then was unsure. She was hungry. Certainly one bit of help wouldn't do her too much harm?
{ Shumc iyo. } she telepathes back in Ramathian, hoping the other 'dragon would understand. She took the meat from the proffered paw into her jaws and began eating.
Finishing, she licked the juices and blood off her muzzle, sighing contentedly. Once again she turns to the other femme and nods gratefully.
{ Thank you. }</font>

 

<font color='669900'><CENTER><FONT FACE=VERDANA SIZE=1 COLOR=CCFF99>
Geesh, thought Takron, didn't these people have any sense of humor at all?? At least Arehk seemed to have backed off!
"Hey, I'm sorry already... it was a joke! a joke! Intended to be humourous! I'm sorry! I won't do it again!" Takron said, shielding his face with his extra-long tail in case Mallilika might decide to aim a punch at his well-shaped muzzle. He wouldn't attack a woman though, not in any circumstance he could ever imagine, and he certainly wouldn't now. He hoped she wouldn't run him out of the vicinity though. He peeked out from behind his tail witha  glint of humour still in his eyes. "Can we call a truce? I make it a policy not to hit women, and I don't feel like running away tail-bewteen-legs style, if you don't mind." He grinned just the tiniest bit, hoping she wouldn't take offense and would see the humour in it.
</FONT COLOR><FONT FACE=verdana SIZE=1>

Lina was a bit annoyed at Arehk, but she shrugged. She was used to being ignored, although that didnt mean she liked it. She watched instead the confrontation between Takron and Mallilika. she couldn't help grinning at Takron's 'Don't hurt me. I may be stupid, but I'm ncie' attitude. She hoped the other female would back down.</font>

 

<font color='#ABCDEF'>Adathiel hesitated, but raised her paw into the other 'dragon's and shook it. She smiled, genuinely happy to meet someone who didn't push her aside just 'cause she was small.
{ I'm Adathiel. } she replies telepathically. Her tail wagged a little, and moved upwards from its normally low altitude. For once in a long time, she felt happy, or at least welcomed. Which was a new experience to the femme. She licked the last of the meat and blood from her and removed her paw from Sprial's grasp, returning to stand on all fours.  
    She grinned at Takron's reaction to Malilika's response to his joke. He seemed nice, but Adathiel didn't dare approach him or any of the others. Just because Sprial wasn't like her family, didn't mean that everyone else wasn't. The smile was removed from her maw after a moment, and she blinked lilac eyes at Sprial.</font>

 

<font color='#FFFFFF'><font color=iceblue size=2>

Slim brow arched as she watched this hessian she didn't even know cower before her.  Hmph.  Alright.  So he didn't strike back at her but someone with a spine could've defended himself better then instead of cowering like a puppy.  The imagery this brough forth brought a smile to sky tinted mawl and enchanting chasams turned once more upon Takron.  Svelte form slunk a little closer 'fore she crept 'round his side, silken serpentine smacking against his mawl.

"Alright Takron.  Truce."  Even if he couldn't see the smirk on her visage to anyone with half decent hearing could've caught it in her voice.  "Just remember next time that I'm not one who likes surprises."  She swept around him briskly 'fore coming 'round to stand afront and to the left a little bit once more so that she could see Arehk clearly.</font>

<font color=white> ride.against.the.waves </font></font>

 

<font color='669900'><CENTER><FONT FACE=VERDANA SIZE=1>
Takron bowed gallantly at Mallilika's retreating form. She and Arehk looked about to find themselves a nice, private little nest. He grinned. Then he turned to look at the others. Of the ghostly gray one, the one who had seemed a trifle familiar, he inquired her name.
<FONT COLOR=336666 SIZE=1 FACE=VERDANA>
"Oh, my name's Lina,", the beautiful pendragon replied. "Your's is Takron?"
</FONT COLOR><FONT FACE=VERDANA SIZE=1>
"Yup," Takron replied affably. "Takron Kuulkes." He smiled. Then he turned to see where the other female had gotten to. He was surprised to see her engaged in conversation with a minute, bright purple 'dragon. Shaking his fur dry (sprinkling Lina in the process), he trotted over to them. Smiling friendlily, he introduced himself rather cockily: "As you ladies doubtless heard, I'm Takron." He looked from one to the other, not discrediting the small female because of her size. One of his most admired instructors had not been much larger than this small one here, and she'd been able to dash him against the gym's rock-hard wall with a single muttered word. No, size meant nothing to him.  So now, bowing courteously he, inquired "May I inquire of your names?" Again carefull to include both pendragons in his question.
<FONT COLOR=336666 SIZE=1 FACE=VERDANA>
Lina guffawed silently at Takron's gallancy, then walked softly over to the two small oendragons. She was slightly amused at the stature of the bright purple pendragon, but did not permit it to show on her face, knowing well how someone could take immense offense at their pet peeves. She had a few herself. So now, having heard Takron ask their names, she waited for their response before introducing herself.</font>

 

<font color='#ABCDEF'>Adathiel turned her violet gaze to the larger 'dragons as they approached. The ones she had heard that had dubbed themselves Takron and Lina. She hesitated, then softly said, "Adathiel.."
She lowered her gaze to the ground and sat down on her haunches, wrapping her tail 'round her legs tightly. Instead of risking another glance upward, the femme bent and rearranged the feathers of her wings to hide her discomfort and nervousness. Normally not a social creature, and the fact that no one had ever wanted to talk to her before, it was unnerving to the fatale that there were three standing before her that actually wished to know her name. Thus, Adathiel didn't know what more to say, turning back into a shy, mistrusting pendragon.</font>

 

<font color='669900'><CENTER><FONT FACE=VERDANA SIZE=1 COLOR=336666>
Lina smiled at the little one's seemign discomfort, but in an understanding rather than condescending way. She dropped down to her habitual cat-like crouch on the ground, to bring her eyes more on a level with this small creature's. "What are your trades?" She asked amiably.  
</FONT COLOR><FONT FACE=VERDANA SIZE=1>
Takron, seeing that Lina seemed to be starting a conversation with the little one, who's name he had just learned was Adathiel, struck up a conversation witht the now smirking female in front of him. Sitting down, and wagging his long, plumed, and brightly burning tail slightly, he fixed his bright eyes on hers. He grinned. "And what, Madame Spiral, are you smirking about, may I ask?" He asked, still in a gallant tone. Although perhaps not as beautiful as the ghostly pendragon stting near him now, Spiral was no brutish hag either.</font>

 

<font color='#ABCDEF'>Adathiel blinked her light purple orbs at the other female. She realized she was more comfortable now that she didn't have to strain her neck to see Lina's face.
The toy 'dragon realized that by hiding she had actually attracted more attention, instead of avoiding it. The complete opposite of what she had been trying to do. It didn't seem to the femora that she'd been getting a bath anytime soon.
She watched Spiral in interest, having never witnessed flirting before. She would probably never experience it either, considering her social qualms.</font>

 

<font color='669900'><CENTER><FONT FACE=VERDANA SIZE=1>
Takron grinned. The old Kuu;kes charm had diminished not a whit in his generation, and he had aquired the most of his siblings.  "Aww, now don't do thaat..." he drawled humorously. Gently he removed her paws from her eyes, giving her a wink. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you", he said mock-reassuredly, pretending to misunderstand her. No, he was used to his effect on unsuspecting females, but he never got tired of it. And he;d have to behave himself with the students at Janardan, he knew, so he might bas well have some fun here before continuing on his way there to fill the position. So a little frolic here would come in welcome. Not, of course, that he's had any indication that Spiral was so inclined.</font>

 

<font color='669900'><CENTER><FONT FACE=VERDANA SIZE=1>
Continues to stare into her eyes, unabashed, giving a bawdy and very suggestive chuckle. Continues to look at her intesively. Then, suddenly, he seems to ignore her, and concentrate instead on Adathiel's conversation. A little abstenation to whet the appetite... and besides, flirting was a long way from any sexual recourse, and he wasn't sure yet that she wasn't just playing around with him.</font>