Jeffrey
Azurite growled, a burning hot flame leaving her maw as she huffed, loudly proclaming, "What do you mean, it's not available? It was available *Two seconds* Ago!" 

She had no armour on, her cobalt gaze glaring at some unfortunate individual who started buffering and spluttering some *Pathetic* Excuse as her posture only grew more rigid, wings slightly out to appear bigger than she was. Despite Azurite's seemingly growing temper, it was strangely soothing to let out her anger on someone she didn't care about. It would've been better if it were someone she hated, but beggars can't be choosers. Her idiot brother was nowhere in sight, and her time was precious.

Her tail flicked consistently, almost like a whip as she listened, thick, black smoke leaving her nostrils the noise coming from their voice pierced her ears, yelling once more, no care for the once peaceful atmosphere.

"Will you shut up? Get your words right before you try speaking them."
Lorraine
Sorry if it's not good

I'm glad you think so DJDHD
Essie
The old skywing was dragged out of her thoughts by the commotion, which unfortunately was in her poor hearing range. Her eyes slowly flutter open and her pupils dilate and flicker toward the source, slowly craning her head. She growls softly and mutters a few words of discontentment as she shifts and narrows her gaze on the skywing making such obnoxious noises.

"**The disregard... Tch.**"

Ivory could see very well, one thing she prided herself in. She could see the unfortunate victim of the yelling and chuckled half heartedly, pitying them. She would never understand why dragons would ever take such treatment for anydragon other than their own mother, and hers was dead. That being said she slowly rises to her talons, at this rate she would never be able to enjoy her nap and *That* Wasn't something she would allow to be ruined.

With careful steps she moved in a slithering motion, keeping her old body low to go easy on her aching limbs, coming up behind the skywings, her body was compressed somewhat so she wasn't at her full size. It was a method she used to minimize the aches.

"Oi. Some dragons have a mind to lower their voice in *Public* Spaces."

She snapped promptly, her voice gathering a low hiss towards the end as her narrowed glare flickered between the dragons. She didn't care who started this and why, just that it was quiet enough for her to nap.
Jeffrey
Azurite was about to speak up against the other again but there was another voice. She turned around, eyes narrowing at her complaint. About to pursue the argument, perhaps louder than before, the dragon she was yelling to had disappeared, making her clamp her jaw shut.

"I'll be as loud as I *Can* Be, if I wish!" She growled stubbornly, smoke leaving her mouth as she spoke. "I don't care if you're bothered, or others in a public space are, though I'm sure you're not smart enough to figure that one out," She hissed. Shed idn't care if the elderly dragon or others thought her of inconsiderate: less dragons for her to deal with. Less dragons to betray her trust. 

Her black claws curled in. Her dull crimson scales did little to compensate for her "Vibrant," Or perhaps passionate personality.
Essie
Ivory couldn't help the snort that escaped her snout as the dragons rage seemed to turn on her. She wasn't 100% sure it was rage, seemed like a lot more which made it even more amusing. It doesn't change the fact this dragon was rude and she wasn't going to take it. With a soft role of her eyes she notes the other dragon had left, not that she was bothered, one less youngin' to scold.

She raises her talon and pokes their snout promptly with a annoyed expression as she frowned. She wasn't sure how to approach the dragon, not that she was thinking either. It seemed like no matter how she delt with this, the dragon just needed to let off steam, or something of the sort. Atleast, she hoped.

"Mmm, yess. Albeit... Im smart enough to to recognize a dragonet from a dragon, now wheres your mother? I think she has a child to put a harness on."

She coos in a cold, but teasing tone that held no warmth. Her gaze boring into theirs levelly. She decided she would poke their buttons, not that she needed to do much, but they were... Entertaining, to say the least. She shifts from ont talon to another, unable to find a comfortable standing in her current position.

"Because right now your being the dragon version of a headache."
Jeffrey
She flinched back as the elderly dragon poked her snout, growling louder. Had she not heard of of personal space?! Azurite bit the air half in irration and half in threat. She was not going to be touched like that, especially by some ragged, infectious out spout. 

At the moment Ivory mentioned Azurite's mother, she *Seethed.* Narrowing her eyes and stepping forward, claws tensed so much it hurt, what left her maw was a mangled, somehow contained growl. Her teeth were bared in an ugly way, as is any when teeth are bared, snout wrinkled and snarling at the older dragon. 

Not only it was her mother she was thinking of, but her fathe- *Guardian,* She corrected, he who still had a nervous, guilt-tripping harness on Granite and Azurite, told not to explore because of the threat of their Mother. She knew why he did it, for her mother's harness held thorns of disappointment and anger, yet she wasn't sure she could forgive him for it. 

"How *Dare* You insuiate such-" Growls interrupted her speech, and she manually had to unclench her talons to take a step forward, chest puffed and wings out. Smoke followed as she began speaking again. "*How* Dare you- how could you perceive such-" *Hatred. Apathy. Carelessness.* "-idiocy and dishonour upon her?!" 

*Upon me,* A part of her mind corrected which she promptly ignored. Her words would not stumble! She just hoped the elderly dragon didn't digest what Azurite had said, she herself initially caught up on thinking about her mother when the insult was toward Azurite. 

*You idiot.* She scolded herself. She wouldn't back down, though. She is a pride, noble SkyWing.
Essie
Ivory hadn't expected to press on such delicate subjects so soon, and yet her old mouth always had a way of doing that. She watches with a wrinkled snout, of amusement as they spoke and stepped back slightly to give herself breathing room. She forgot how smoky skywings were at times. Then again she had never seen one with much rage. 

"Tch. Young dragons these days, can't ever seem to understand them, mm."

She hummed with a shake of her head and glared. She understood fully, but she figured *They* Needed to understand. She raises a talon and points toward them and responds louder in a hissy coo.

"I don't believe your mother is bad at all young'in, but I believe she has a dragonet to scold. And im aware you don't care, but im sure our *Lovely* Onlookers do too."

She curls her neck back, flicking her wing to gesture at their surroundings. Their was slight sarcasm in her second sentence when she spoke, unamused by the noise but their attitude was definitely something new to her. It made her feel young but so old at the same time.

"Your fiery attitude won't make things better dear, Im sorry to wake you from ye world, but it wont."

She doesn't sound as crude or rude, but their is no kindness in her voice, atleast none that were service level. The ends of her lips curve upwards slightly as she smirks slightly.
Donna
Gonna hit the z's now
Lorraine
HELP THAT WAS SO FAST