Elanor had yet to really get out and about in the place that he called home sweet home. Thus far, the first five months of his life had gone by relatively slowly with little drama in it. Like many adults and maybe not as many children, he had been immensely grateful to have such a state of respite consume him since that meant that he did not need to worry about anything too pressing. With shelter to keep him safe and a handful of capable adults to go out and get food for them, Elanor saw no reason to complain because he had no grounds to do so on. Adventure had most certainly never been his forte, hushed tales uttered between the younger generation making him feel more anxious about the outdoor world than wanting to go out into it, so he had no qualms with keeping out of messy situations. This did not apply to anyone else's personal drama, however. If anyone were to be first on a scene that had nothing to do with them simply to watch like an excited theatregoer then it would undoubtably have to be him. He was a troublesome child for this very reason; he was far too temperamental in his ways for either his or anyone else's own good.
Stepping out into the sunny spring morning, faint traces of rain from the prior evening still lingering in the air though not a present worry any more, the valozan dragon felt a bright and toothy grin blooming against his lips to split his jaws apart into an expression of explicit pleasure. "What a glorious morning." Overly articulate, or at least seemingly so, for someone of his age, it's apparent that they are not necessarily his own spoken words but something that he has picked up elsewhere and decided to put to good use amongst his own that spluttered and singed his tongue whenever sentences formed in his mind. Something that he has picked up from a book, perhaps. Though, not of his own reading. No, as for anyone who knew Elanor quite well which would be next to nobody, he was incredibly illiterate. It was through no fault of his own other than his young age yet even such a thing nowadays was hardly a suitable excuse because there were individuals younger than him who could probably read texts of incredibly difficulty but since he had not come across such a youth thus far, in his eyes they surely did not exist.
If he could not see it then it did not apply to him, that was how he saw most things. Such an outlook greatly reflected his stubborn nature, demonstrated his innate need to refute anything that he did not agree with in a childishly obstinate manner and it was this devilish intractability is what shimmers bright and clear in his features as he looks around in the hopes that he is alone so that he will not have to deal with anyone that particular morning. Scarcely does he get what he wants, though.
/i'm atrocious at intros but i needed to do something for elanor so here it is