<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: I won't make ye wait! hehe \\ IC Saeroth nods as Dreed gives his name, and returns with his own, <span style='color:#B76D2E'>"Saeroth."</span> He watches calmly and patiently as Trybbers flees behind him for defense from Dreed, and as Dreed delights in terrifying her. Thus, he attempts to change the subject, looking directly at Dreed, attempting to catch his gaze, and draw his attention from the young teen with pleasant conversation, <span style='color:#B76D2E'>"Should it not be classified information, what might you be doing in these parts?"</span></font>
<font color='#FF0000'>"Well, there is no way to tell what I'm looking for...always being sent to places without knowing what I was sent to do." Sighs and rubs his face on the ground slightly. "So you could say that I'm a wanderer."</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Saeroth nods appreciatively, <span style='color:#B76D2E'>"Well, then we have wandering in common."</span> He looks to Trybbers and picks up where they had previously left off, <span style='color:#B76D2E'>"Now, you were saying you were looking for your father. Would you like me to help you locate him?"</span> Unless she insisted, he wouldn't leave her alone. And even then, he'd probably keep an eye from a distance. He was a responsible adult, and really, there wasn't much else to do!</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>trybbers watched dreed from her spot behind saeroth with a tilted cranium.. so he appeared to be more friendly than he put himself to be. she still said nothing, feeling quite content behind saeroth.. she was still unsure of dreed at this moment. ears twitched curiously, tail curled around her flanks tightly as she allowed her gaze to linger from the two older males. out. of. character. crappy post, sowwy. x_x</font>
<font color='#FF0000'>Opens his left eye and looks to Trybbers. Grins slightly at her and closes his eye again.</font>
<font color='#ABCDEF'>Pygmy pendragon of cobalt paint wandered into the region of conflict by complete circumstance. The fatale had been heading t'ward a watercourse for a cleansing when she scented out three others. Violaceous orbs widened and shifted to where she heard their presences. Over a year in the jungle had made her hungry for company. Her shyness was lessened as she learned to fend for herself in the wilderness. But she still felt hesitant to approach them. She lifted her nares and scented the air. Two males and a young female. With a start, she attained that by speaking to others, she might find her brother sooner. After all, he was more social than she had been. She advanced into the area, auds perched forward, eyes shifting from side to side. When she could see the three, she moved forward a bit more. <font color=green> { Hello? }</font> she telepathed to all three, sitting down where she was.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Saeroth lifts his chocolate colored eyes to greet the newest member of their informal meet. He'd heard the 'dragon move through the brush before he'd seen her, and now that he thought about it, she looked slightly familiar; he'd been here for a long time, he'd probably seen her before. <span style='color:#B76D2E'>{Greetings.}</span> the gentleman of a middle-aged ranger smiles amiably. It wasn't often he met up with others, and actually avoided them, but when he must cross paths, he was more than capable of being gracious. After all.. his upbringing had given him both manners, and a distaste for organized society.</font>
<font color='#FF0000'>Dreed notices the faint voice within side his head then raises his head to attention, opens his eyes to get a good glimps of this beautiful female across the way from them. Smirks and looks back down from her as if she was just a figment of his imagition. "Dragons don't get that beautiful in this world, no way that she could be true." Closes his eyes and leans his head against his forepaws.</font>
<font color='#ABCDEF'>The cerulean pendragon tilts her head to one side, puzzled. She couldn't concieve if he was flirting, joking, or just didn't believe she was real. She couldn't imagine anyone calling her beautiful, especially now. Her fur was dirty and ragged from being snagged on plants and thorns. She had been on her way to the stream after all, for a dip. Miniature 'dragon wandered closer to them, stepping carefully 'round bristled plants and over dry twigs. It was all habitual, since she needed to survive in this jungle by being silent and stealthy. She nodded another greeting to Saeroth as she advanced closer. <font color=green>"I'm real..."</font> she said to Dreed, blinking up at him with puzzled plum painted eyes. Her tone was soft and of quiet volume. She moved backward a bit, uncomfortable, and sat, serpentine tail reflecting her awkwardness. Remembering the reason she'd approached them, she blinks awkwardly again, and then decided to broach the topic to them. <font color=green>"Do any of you know a male pendragon named Milal?"</font> she asked, addressing all three of them, even though she hadn't yet met the young female. Speaking her brother's name made her cringe, as it dredged up a past she'd rather not remember.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>out. of. character. eee, sorry for not being so active.. in my own thread. heh. i get in trouble from my 'rents often. back. in. character. though trybbers had heard the female's 'hello?' bellow throughout her head, she hadn't known how to respond to it. she just sat there, head tilting strangely, attention diverting from the three adults curiously. at saeroth's question about her father, she decided to answer back to him, but not at that moment. she allowed her gaze to linger towards the female once again... why was she so small? she was approximately the size of herself, but she seemed much older. truth was, trybbers hadn't heard or seen pygmy pendragons before. yes, she was quite deprived. and.. she decided it best not to say anything.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: LOL, you're more than active enough, no worries. \\ IC Saeroth shakes his head slowly, <span style='color:#B76D2E'>"No, I apologize. I rarely speak with other pendragons, and prefer to stay in the wilderness. It's been a long time since I went anywhere highly populated"</span> For such a 'dragon to be considered a ranger, he didn't speak like a regular country bumpkin. He was educated, and carried himself as such. But at his ripe age, and all past experiences, he did not care for many people. <span style='color:#B76D2E'>"My name is Saeroth."</span> he introduces himself politely. Again, no addition of a last name. He knew it. But he was unsure if these young ones should bother to know it. Exposing himself might bring unwanted trouble, to both himself, and them.</font>
<font color='#FF0000'>Opens his eye and greets the dragon eye to eyes. Smirks and lifts his head up, looks down at her and nods slowly. "That you are...that you are...", laughs a bit and lays his head back down. Closes his right eye but leaves the left open to look at everyone. Licks his nose and relaxes against the solid ground.</font>
<font color='#ABCDEF'>Adathiel looked down with a disappointed sigh. She hadn't really expected anyone to know, but she had been hopeful. Since the other male hadn't even replied to her inquiry, she assumed he didn't know. The other female seemed too young to know anyone outside her family and friends. So the tiny pendragon, the size of an earthen housecat, gave another dejected sigh and said, <font color=green>"Well, thanks anyway."</font> She turned around and hopped back onto the faint trail leading to her bathing spot. She stopped for a moment, realizing she hadn't even introduced herself. <font color=green>{ By the way, my name's Adathiel. }</font></B> she telepathed to the three, then continued on her way, having nothing more to contribute to their conversation.</font>
<font color='#FF0000'>Sighs heavily and closes his eye slowly. Thinks about the question that she asked of them from before. Rubs his face against the ground and turns onto his side, lying there thinking. "Its a bit sad really to see her go...I mean she was really cute...", laughs a bit at himself for acting so childish at the time.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Saeroth burns both her and her siblings' names into his memory banks as he watches her leave. <span style='color:#B76D2E'>Milal, and Adathiel.</span> His curiosity was well-hidden. But it was for a good purpose; should he ever come across another pendragon looking for either of them, or speaking of them offhandedly, he wanted to remember. This memorized, he looks back to Trybbers expectantly, but reservedly awaiting her opinion on his assisting her in finding her similarly lost kin.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>trybbers glanced around, head tilting, not quite understanding what was going on; probably because she hadn't really been paying attention. she turned her attention to saeroth, blinking a few times, before saying.. "i'unno where my dad had gone.. i was last with him when it was reallyl bright outside," by now, the sun had been sinking in the sky, the tinctures of pinks and purples. she continued on, "<B>i'm sure he'll come up sooner or later..[/b]" she gave a meek shrug. out. of. character. eee. i suck at staying active in ic posts. x_x sowwy folks.</font>
<font color='#FF0000'>Dreed slaps his massive tail against the ground once and smirks. "You can believe that he will show, but the truth this that he was shallowed up by the jungle." Shakes his head slowly and lays it back down. "This has happened before to other dragons of sort."</font>
<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: Sorry, RL circumstances have kinda drawn my attention from RPing all that often. ^^;; \\ IC Saeroth raises a 'brow at Dreed's rather pessimistic view on the ways of the jungle. Not that they weren't true.. but why alarm the girl unecessarily, when the truth of her father's whereabouts weren't yet known? The aged 'dragon turns back to look upon Trybbers with his soft brown eyes, <span style='color:#9B5B26'>"I doubt your father will be missing for long."</span> Note, he didn't mention whether he'd be found dead or alive. Just promised in a round about way to find him. <span style='color:#9B5B26'>"Would you prefer my company while you wait, or search, for him? I can lead you back to civilization, if you'd prefer that, as well."</span> Saeroth flicks his tail idily, the tip before the golden flame ringed in a gold brace.</font>
<font color='#FF0000'>Laughs as he hears Pen speak to her then turns onto his backside with his legs up in the air relaxed. "So nice of you, so nice." Laughs again and kicks one of his hide legs slightly.</font>
