Randy
|~| Goanna landed harshly onto the hard ground, immediately bolting through the crowd of dragons as some looked at him with confusion while others looked at him like he was an inconvenience to them |~|
Anthony
Dust Devil didn't flood into the marketplace, instead resting on a flat rooftop where her eyes scanned the crowds precisely. It was strange the marketplace was so busy at night, her tounge flickering out. Her ears swatted at air but she inevitably lost him. But, she figured as he had no other family according to his guardians and possibly no links from the outside of the luxiourous home, him being a servant and all. With that in consideration, she jumped a few buildings then jumped off, gliding her way down with one place in mind. Goanna's home.
Randy
|~| Goanna slowed to a steady canter when he thought he'd lost Dust Devil, as he began to head back toward his house he stopped, looking up he saw Dust Devil, he wondered if she was going to his house & decided to continue to walk that way but stay far enough away so he wouldn't be seen |~|
Anthony
Dust Devil grunted at the crowds and ran through the alleys, providing herself another route to the house and hopefully beating Gonna.
Randy
|~| Goanna continued walking, as he got in sight if his house he jumped up onto a roof, looking down & waiting to see if Dust Devil would show up |~|
Anthony
Dust Devil arrived, her eyes scanning her surroundings as she recognised the equisite building. She allowed herself a yawn as she waited, examining the goldren details on some pillars. Maybe she should hide to surprise him, but was the worst thing to happen?
Randy
|~| Goanna noticed a tiny flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye, creeping over he looked over the buildings side & saw Dust Devil, he made a quiet snicker as he peered down at her, his barbed tail swung from side-to-side slightly |~|
Anthony
Dust Devil examined her talons boredly, occasionally looking up. Her ears batted this way and that, listening for movement- a whisper of wind, sand flaking as it falls or breathing. Anything, really. The place felt too quiet, uncomfortably so.
Randy
|~| Goanna picked up a small rock & threw it at the next building over, it hitting the wall & landing beside Dust Devil as he crept over to the buildings front & prepared to fly into one of the open windows |~|
Anthony
Dust Devil tensed, her head piping toward the sound. She sniffed, trying to navigate him with her other sense. Her ear twitched, trying to hear more than she was. A childish anger built up inside her and she growled, acting on it. She grabbed a pebble from inside a garden and threw it toward a pillar, chipping an edge off it. She cursed loudly, lashing her tail angrily. He brows were scrunched and she bit at the air. Perhaps losing the vase was part of it, but she knew the underlying hatred was. The morals of these dragons were her undoing and she hated it. Why had Mr. Dromedary defended her? Why did Goanna give her advice? Granted, he most likely just wanted the vase back- but still! The most tolerable dragon out of them all was surprisingly Mrs Mirage, who didn't give her these sand-under-scale feelings. She slashed abit of vacant sand, particles flying everywhere. "I'll be back," She warned noone in particular. "And this time, I'll steal something priceless." She growled, then stamped off, her wings drooping and tail swishing dangerously.
Randy
|~| Goanna pricked his ears as he heard Dust Devil's fit & then talonsteps as she stormed off, he looked down at the vase & thought for a moment before letting out a small sigh, he hopped over to where Dust Devil was stamping away & grabbed another rock, throwing it just beside her before throwing the vase down, he quickly scampered out of sight before flying to the front door of his house, he knew Mirage & Dromedary wouldn't be to mad, a little disappointed but they would understand either way, he then opened the front door & walked in, giving one last look into the alley before shutting the door behind him |~|
Anthony
"What?!" She bellowed, only just being able to hear the pebble being thrown. She then noticed the vase, but it didn't make her any happier. She roared. She didn't deserve his kindness, why was he doing so? She knew her anger was childish, but the fact didn't make her anger subside. She didn't want his pity, either. The foriegn feeling seemed to latch and cling underneth her scales. She hissed curses as she left, her earlier promise still true.