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Ayla couldn’t help but watch as the others presented themselves in formal introductions. As she did so she kept an eye on the elf before her that had approached her, he wondered what he would say. When Lukos had introduced himself, she couldn’t help but look at the beauty of his luxurious white dragon, it had been the first time she had seen one before. She then took note of the more prideful looking female named Sage who had strutted to the center after the man. Ayla couldn’t help but feel the female seemed stuck up and haughty, she made a note to avoid her. Then, were the two other elves who seemed to be siblings, based on their small resemblance towards each other. She lifted her hand up a bit as if to hide a giggle, but even if she was in the act of a giggle, it couldn’t be heard. She found Memphis to be a very cute dragon and would love to interact with him. She hesitantly looked about, it was only a few of them now that had to go, including a girl who had just arrived to the group. Aysrilth, on the other hand, didn’t pay much attention to anyone; instead he blew streams of air from his nostrils and watched how the trees trembled in the gust. She wondered if he would even present himself when she had to go. She then turned back to Sehihal.

@chat café Make sure to read Ayla's response on the previous page, she's still paying attention here, just observing others as I wait for your response. ^^

ooc: Sorry @chat café I'm going to move on.

With a sigh, Ayla moved off from Aysrilth’s forearm which she had sat upon and moved to the center. He looked at the male elf that she had first introduced herself too and hoped he would help as he had knew of her muteness. It was a somewhat nervous glance though she didn’t really enjoy having to rely on someone for such a task. Was he even paying attention? She faced the crowd, keeping a stern poker face so that it wouldn’t further her own embarrassment. Her hands fiddled in her pockets as she gathered the parchment with her and her dragons name on it. She gave a light bow, glancing at Ruvaen again before looking back to the crowd. Aysrilth watched his rider attentively, she was the only one he really paid attention too. If they dared to mock her they would feel his wrath. His eyes looked to the male elf with the dragon who kept puffing its chest out and with precision he blew a small gust of air at the man. The air was enough to make Ruvaen stumble a bit but not fall.

Ayla was glad that the others had caught on so quickly to her impairment. She returned a small smile to Alena, acknowledging the gesture. As Vincent sent her a bright yet silly grin, in her opinion, she seemed to brighten up a bit as the weight of being mocked for her disability had been lifted. She was glad that some of them were friendly and she could already tell the not-so-friendly ones apart so she didn’t have to be hurt by their rudeness. She turned to go back to Aysrilth but was distracted by Vincent’s dragon who was openly mocking the male elf that had yet to introduce himself’s dragon. It was quite funny but she would take that the man’s dragon wouldn’t find it funny. She hadn’t been paying attention to Aysrilth so she was confused when she saw the behavior the green flying dragon displayed towards him. Her brow furrowed as she could sense trouble brewing. A snarl ripped from Aysrilth’s throat as the dimwitted flying dragon blew a gust of air purposefully directed at his face before him. He rose to his feet, ready to confront the dragon as he wouldn’t stand for such blatant insult. “You insolent fool!” Aysrilth chided at the dragon in their native tongue as he lunged forward, knocking into the dragon. Though, all Ayla and everyone else heard was a slight roar as the massive bodies collided into each other. Panic breached her face as she tried to stop Aysrilth, but this was a risky action as the large beasts could accidental hurt them.

[center][fancypost=background-color: transparent; width: 400px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][align=justify][font=georgia]Lukos nor Lux had expected any of the dragons to fight, but here it was. The pair simultaneously took a few cautious steps in the opposite direction, wanting to be as far as possible from the scaly beasts. Dragons were generally wise creatures, but also prideful and stubborn, so the surprise they both felt was not as intense as it would be to someone unfamiliar to dragons. Neither of them made any attempts to break the scuffle, as that job was seemingly already being handled by Alena and her scaly partner. "What a turn of events this is; I did not expect a simple meet and greet to be so... exciting," Lukos spoke. A chuckle escaped his lips not long after he spoke.

Aysrilth instinctively backed away when the fireball hurled pass them, he looked to see the direction it had come from before turning back to Ganymede, scoffing in anger. Ayla, however, once the dragons were separated reached to her dragon at his leg as she attempted to calm down Aysrilth through touch. Aysrilth looked down to his rider who he could feel at his leg, before gently nudging her away. He then turned away from the group and walked off himself into the forest that stood around them, his large body slowly disappearing in the trees with only his footsteps which could be heard. Ayla wanted to give chase after her dragon who had left her and the meeting but she saw the look in his eyes. Even if she went to get him, he wouldn’t come back and there was nothing she could do to change his mind. Aysrilth wanted to be alone and he would let nothing change his mind until he did so himself. She watched his form disappear before wearily turning back to the party at the camp. She felt ashamed and embarrassed and quickly bowed to them all as she couldn’t express her gratitude and regret.