Masako
*The sun was terribly blasting today-...* He thought as he squinted his eyes to take a look at the clear sky- at least he tried to, what obviously failed as his eyes met god- instantly shoving his gaze back down to all those dragons walking past him. It's was an awful time to arrange new materials for his experiments... But he had to learn that guardians are much more on the look out throughout the night than during the day... Probably cause chasing after a criminal mid day would be a pain in the ass among all these other dragons.

Silencer stopped by a shop selling needles and glass bottles, mainly for chemical reaction purposes. His poisonous greenish eyes slowly wandered across the material-... Just as he'd pick out couple of things he needed his talon reached back to his leathery bag attached to his side- just to notice something would be missing...
Jon
It was starting to get to him, the blaze of the glorious yet annoying pain in the ass that was called the sun. He reached at the gourd hanging from his neck and popped open the top tilting it up, only for nothing to slip out. An annoyed thump of his tail as he felt the thrum of a migraine hit. It had been a while since he's been able to weave with his silk in peace. The dehydration and heat causing him to mess up his weaving, so no flow of cash has flown into his web yet. This lead to him not being able to afford any fresh water. 

*Fuck...* His foggy gaze only found itself leading him into a shaded store. From there it was blank...

*"Hey watch it!"* Hissed a ruffled sandwing before shoving Dew out of the way.

 A few moments later that he realized he had been bumping into a few sandwings, his thwart began thumping wildly as he looked down to a view with a brand new satchel in his talons.

*Uh oh...*
Masako
His ears perked yo in surprise as he turned his head, still pretty much with an expression-neutral gaze. The Sandwing was able to catch a glance of an oddly colourful tail vanishing from his view and slithering away between the masses of dragons. 

A smirk slipped through his nostrils. It's been quite the while someone stole from him... He still has that Rainwing's talon smelted into a glassy orb as a trophy somewhere in his shelves at home. While *Good memories* Rushed through his mind he already began following the Seasilk...
Dew would suddenly feel an old cold in his back- despite all the heat beaming down at him an uncomfortable feeling would urge him to take a look around. There- several dragons seemed to be concerned about something as well... Or someone in this case. A scarred Sandwing slowly and calmly walked after him... But despite his entire appearance seeming so casual the other dragons around him either quickly scattered or even jumped out of his way. As Dew's eyes met with the poisonous greenish eyes of the Sandwing- which seemed to urge for his soul's internal suffering -he'd understand at spot why no one wanted to bump into him on accident. 
Without a reason and through the chattering and sounds of the marketplace a calm but threatening voice pierced itself into the Hybrid's ears as if lost souls would sing it right beside him out of the aether.

*🎶"Oh thief,thief,thief,...Do not bother to leave. Oh~ crimes, crimes, crimes,...No one will hear your whines~"🎵*
Jon
An almost toxic green gaze met his amber eyes and Dew felt his soul already fade into non existence. A shudder ran down his spine before simply rushing away, was THAT the guy he stole from?? Seriously?? Was he that out of it to steal from some of the scariest dragons in the entire city?? Plus, by his size and stature CLEARLY showed this dragon was not someone to play with.

His heart was literally in his throat at this point, rapid flashes of '*Im sorry!*' 'Leave me alone!*' from his markings was all he could muster out of his already weak and quite frankly failing body. It was a fair game of cat and mouse at this rate, Dew clobbered over a few boxes that blocked an alley way in hopes of getting away. With a few kicks he was easily able to get to the far end of the alley way only to be blocked off by an over crowded road. Lights flashing more panicked signals with almost record breaking time, *Please!* *No!* *Help!!* 

He knew it was rather hopeless but he didn't wish to be killed before finding his mother over a stupid satchel!
Masako
Silencer couldn't guess why that hybrid only used aquatic for his desperate cries for forgiveness... Which he obviously didn't even shed a thought about, just as his talons quietly stepped over the fallen over boxes that lead a trail to where his *Prey* Left to. Silencer slowly understood over the years what these light signals meant- exactly in that order and pattern. It wouldn't be his first encounter with a seawing... All of their *Emergency lights* Were similar to each other, that's why he could guess more or less what scream for help these would be.

For a brief moment hope and determination burned in Dew's chest- but that glassy structure was at once shattered in millions of pieces as a talon closed with a tight grip around the Seasilk's snout, another pressure would be caused by an arm getting pressed against his throat before he'd be pulled back into the dark ally... Behind a corner and outside of the view of any civilians.

"Now now~ ssshhhhh calm your guts you-...Hm..."

Silencer paused in mid sentence, while still holding his prey's snout shut he took away his second talon thrown his throat and rubbed his claws together. Despite the warm radiating scales each Sandwing would have- Silencer still sent a frosty north wind over Dew's scales than longer he held his snout shut.

"...You're dried out... Well these temperatures around here really suck for you Seawings, hm? Now- give me a nod if you're willing to cooperate and won't scream when I take my talons back"

The Seasilk could probably still feel the eyes of a predator starring down at his neck- but... It was better than having claws or worse, a blade to your throat.
Jon
It was honestly so scary that at this point his flashing lights were just a jumble mess of mixed up words until just brightly flashing consistently as the older dragon had begun to drag the hybrid away.

Should he start throwing blaze silk?? Would it even stop them?? Why was the satchel this damn important that he was practically being dragged to a shadowy death!!! 

*"Now now~"* The older males voice made his eyes burn with tears as he tried thrashing, his head growing faint at the excess waste of hydration from his body. It was honestly making him not comprehend what the other was saying until he heard *'take my talons back.'*

When the offer of freedom was offered, he felt his eyes widen. Thoroughly nodding, Dew felt a sick feeling of relief. It was then that his lights stilled in dark before flashing. 

*'Thank you, please do not lie.'* 

It was honestly shameful that he had just said thank you for quite literally being offered to be let go of.
Masako
Slowly the talon around his snout would loosen its grip before vanishing out of his probably blurry view by now. Silencer noticed the flashing light pattern again- squinting his eyes as he searched for Dew's.

" *Thank you, hello no pie*...? Talk normally- I gave up on learning aquatic-" 

His voice was clear, calm but ordering- definitely a tone not to disappoint. The Sandwing leaned against the wall behind them, the metal rings that held the coat of-...Were those dragon scales from a different species? -jingled against the brick wall just as the many gadgets he still had clipped around him on two belts. With crossed arms and another of those ordering slightly threatening gazes he spoke while studying the dry scales... That were supposed to glitter in the sunlight like pearls and not like unpolished stone.

"...Also- mind giving me back what you have stolen? If you're cooperative I won't have to lay hand on you again.
Besides-..."

His eyes gazed up and down that fragile structure of a dragon... Beautifully shaped and variously coloured, but fallen to the consequences of total dehydration.

"You look like a dried squid sold with curry sauce and rice crackers on a stick- there's a thermal bath nearby... 'Oriental-Oasis' or however that's called"

He recommended, definitely slapping an offer on taking him to a chance of recovering from all the dryness and heat... But what would he want in exchange?
Jon
Antennae twitching thoughtfully, he tilted his head confused, what did this dragon mean?? Dew assumed everyone knew Aquatic.. In fact that horrible translation almost made his choke on laughter. He would've actually, if he didn't care for his life. 

*"Uhm."* His voice quietly huffed out, *"Thank you, please do not lie."* The Seasilk properly translated, an awkward tone holding onto his voice as if it what the dragon said was otherworldly. 

*"Oh yeah,"* He looked into his talons, which still clenched around the satchel as if it were his life line. *"I apologize.. For that. I don't know what took over me, I would've given it back earlier but..."* He went quiet again and looked to the side nervously, talons coming up to scratch as his neck. *"You were.. Already chasing me."* He leaned forward with the satchel out, offering the owner his item back as they spoke.

However his ears perked up before he jerked back in embarrassment, *"Excuse me?!"* The dragon opened his maw to argue but.. Fell short on words as he understood that he wasn't exactly the most good looking dragon. Quickly recovering though, he felt a smile brighten his face at the inference of the offer before pausing

He wasn't the brightest but he knew dragons, especially Sandwings and the dragon before him, didn't and wouldn't do things like that for free. Unsure, he began to speak once again. *"I don't have any money to pay you back, but.."* His head tilted in thought, antennae once again swaying. *"Hm.."* Dews eyes went over the fellow and their.. *Unique* Style before shifting awkwardly. *"Would you want silk?"*
Masako
"Well tbh you're not the brightest salt-water shell I've met... Most of my **Preys** Tried to stay among people... Cause if their killer is clever, he ain't murdering among crowds..." Silencer grinned at the Seasilk with raised eyebrows, obviously making his point clear why the chase wasn't dumb from his side. "...I mean, dark places... No soul around- you do get my point, no?"
With a quick movement his talon snapped around the belt of his satchel and ripped it out of Dew's talon with such force that he'd nearly pull him with it. His humorous expression quickly changed to an annoyed gazing followed by an eye roll. "Gosh- by the moons who you think you're talking with? I have no interest in- your dried shrimp of a body... Besides, do I look like someone that likes to snatch younglings like you from the street?" The Sandwing indeed looked more like a warrior, or at least a dragon that has been through a lot according to his body being painted in battle scars... And other unidentifiable scars. So his equipment pointed out to some kind of an assassin-job? Definitely no weapons anywhere similar to a guardians... Anything but honorable and mighty. 

He shifted on his hint legs as he let his talons hang down at first, before clenching onto one of his belts around his waist to hold on. In curiousness he lifted his chin a bit as Dew mentioned Silk- what quite hasn't fell into his talons yet.
"Be so kind and explain what-... Your 'silk' is useful for... I haven't done researches about your kind yet" He said as he already stood on all talons again, giving him a glare as he began walking around him.
Jon
As the satchel was snatched away, the bug like wings resting on Dews back fluttered awkwardly as Dew tried regaining his balance. After being successful, the word prey made him wince back with disdain and the dragon almost wilted on the spot with all the insults being thrown at him. *"Yeah, that's true I suppose."* His response short and curt before his face began to heat up more at being called a dried shrimp. It was frankly true especially since his scales currently haven't been run under any sort of hydration in.. About a month and a half? 

Leaning against the wall opposite of the Sandwing, he huffed with crossed arms. Almost annoyed that this dragon had been running him through the mud as if he were some sort of seal was seriously wounding his ego. This however was short lived as everything else and lead to the Seasilk merely raising a brow bone. *"Well depends, there's two types of silk."* He put up two talons as visual example before continuing, *"Regular silk is sturdy, sufficiently enough to where it could be used for construction or crafts. It sells for a pretty penny and two which.. I don't really sell."* He pulled back his talons and stared at his wrists before sighing. *"Then there's flame silk. It's.. Basically.. It's a lot really, my mother never explained it to me but there's a few different kinds of it."* He weaved a small thread that was golden, *"For example, some strands will be simple, people usually like these for accessories.. Or really collections honestly."*

Then a few strands came out in suit. Glowing faintly was a 'Firefly silk' as DewCatcher explained. Then the next a 'Glow silk' and another a 'Blaze silk' which burned brightly and heavily. It was somewhat nerve wracking that the Seasilk was just out right showing off his only method of defense to someone he didn't know whatsoever.
Masako
Those acid green eyes wandered from the Seasilk's eyes down over his neck and to his forearms, watching how talons formed various strands each with a special quirk. Silencer's eyes sparkled with ideas of a use for some of those Dew demonstrated. That sparkle was longing, a burning greed for some kind of use or a goal he'd be drawing out in his thoughts. He let one palm slowly pas over the burning silk strings and a toothy grin- which was somewhat discomforting -formed on his face.

"Excellent quirk-...Silkwings are really something, huh~?

Either way- if you could answer couple more questions... I'd be pleased~"

Again without a warning one of his Talons closed around Dew, grabbing his left wrist before pulling it up to his eyes. His palm was warm and dry... Careful with its grip yet there was no way to loosen it the slightest. Eyes wandered over the parts where there was a poorly protected skin... Where also the silk has been weaved from.

"-first... That silk used for crafts...
Is it used like some kind of glue? And if yes, does it need heat to dry? Or exposed to sunlight or air? Is it isolating other liquids when dried?"

Silencer picked his questions precise and detailed, he was clearly needing them for important projects according to what carefulness his questions intended.

"...And this flammable silk- is it somewhat like oil that catches on fire when coming in contact with a flick of a flame? And the 'glow-silk'...Will it ever loose its ability to enlighten the darkness?"

Silencer still held onto Dewcatcher's wrist, seemingly forgetting that he's holding onto a living being and not an experimental object...
Various burns could be seen on the back of his wings, beneath the layer of-...Where those scales of a Mudwing?
Jefferson
Well stamina is definitely not a quirk to ignore
Jon
It was rather unnerving, the look that the Sandwing had. Honestly, Dew had no idea how the dragon would even be interested in the silk other than accessorizing purposes. He was nearly about to nod, finding the interest in his abilities somewhat.. Flattering? Albeit creepy in a way. However, his thoughts were quickly shut down as those golden and prickly talons grabbed ahold of his wrist, sensitive to touch as some would say, and an almost low hiss left his maw. The wrists were still sensitive from the metamorphosis, although it was months ago. Due to not having proper sleep and constant travel history body had been in rough shape. His eyes began wincing as the Sandwing rumbled with his questions. 

*"It's more of a weaving matter, I heard that the hives in pantala are almost completely made of silk weaved by hundreds of Silkwings.. At least.. That's what my mother said."* Dew replied with a sigh, *"But depending on the project it could be used alongside glue, with enough silk it's practically unbreakable.. Ah! But it is very flammable, unless if it's made with Flame silk of course."* Slowly, he grew more comfortable with the conversation, although still uncomfortable and in pain with that grip on his wrist. 

"If you're talking about Blaze silk, it's.. Somewhat fire itself? Like- look." He scrunched up his face in a funny way, clearly confused on how to explain it. "It's pretty confusing since Flamesilks are pretty rare so no one's really explained it to me either besides my mother." He mumbled helplessly. 

"But yes, under right conditions, say a glass lantern, Glow silk will never lose its glow." The silk hybrid glanced over the Sandwings features trying to ignore that insanely un comforting look on their face before staring blatantly over the dragons scars and *Wings.*

Those scales glimmered almost like a poisonous bug. In fact, it made him feel just as sick as eating one would. His stomach slowly fell once again and his eyes scattered around the alley.
Masako
He felt the sudden tension in Dew's limb, definitely recognising this particular body language. Remembering what strong grip his mother had back then makes him still wonder today how he survived that hell. At once, the sand-paper like palm closed around the Seasilk's wrist loosened its grip and let him slip his limb back to comfort.

"I apologise if that hurt, I got carried away"

Silencer explained sitting down while still letting his poisonous gaze rest on Dew's existence... But- after letting the Seasilk know there was still some kinda of sympathy behind those murderous eyes... Made the shadows around them less dark than they were.

"If I got that right- that silk is highly durable but in contacts with fire it burns like a scroll thrown into a fireplace? 
If there's a possibility to avoid that, I'm all ears.

But your glow silk seems non dangerous, I'd need couple of pounds afterwards-"

The Sandwing's eyes focused seriously as Dew began to trail off, seemingly studying the different scales on his wings in discomfort. Both of his wings suddenly opened to its sides- probably making the Seasilk jump as the movement happened so sudden to rip him out of his thoughts.

"...Let's discuss *Business* On our way to the bathing house... I bet your mother wouldn't let you get a roasted gecko out here, so let's not disappoint her."

With a fluent movement the Sandwing stood up and carried himself with all those gadgets nearly soundless on his talons, only small stones ever so often cracking in protest beneath his claws. What an odd personality... Taking pleasure in scaring the shit out of someone and in the next moment worrying about their health. But this has been Dew's closest interactions since months perhaps... And as much as one part still protested trusting this stranger- and possible killer-... -his entire body was longing for a heavenly merciful treatment to wetten it's dry scales. At least they'd be among other dragons... In a more peaceful area as well.
Jon
As soon as he was released, the ache somewhat resided. He sat down on his hind legs momentarily, eyes still viewing over the other with a questioning gaze. This dragon was unique in a way, but.. It wasn't as unbearable as before. Although Dew would much rather not be stuck in a dark alley, which.. Seemed somewhat clearer and honestly safer after the small comment of apologeticness, with someone who was obviously dangerous. 

*"I'm alright with giving you that. Although it may take a day or so."* His voice rang with a sigh before rubbing at his wrists with a low gaze. *"Although I'm not sure how to exactly make my silk inflammable, I apologize as well." * Although deep down he felt a bit guilty, even if the sandwing had almost.. Gutted him on the spot previously. He had reason to do so. 

The Seasilk merely stared in silence before nodding. Closing his eyes and trying his best not to react to the worrisome view that was the sudden flutter of the Sandwings scale covered wings. Perhaps.. He should swallow down his fear and look past the questionable male in front of him. After all, he's saving his life with such an easy payment for the hybrid it was rather awe inspiring. 

Standing up and following in suit behind the Sandwing, he couldn't help but sway his antennae back and forth with each stride. They were like his second set of eyes. Just in case if the dragon who was now leading him away and out of the alley changed his mind and decided to take his silk glands as a trophy of some sorts. 

*'ugh...'* His mind rang out as another wave of migraines hit once again. Was he even going to be able to make it at this point? His eyes grew foggy. The sudden adrenaline from the situation earlier was starting to wear off at this rate. It made his scales feel itchy and drier than before. This really sucked.
Masako
"Tzh- how does that justify an apology? Eventually I'll have a use for that as well..." 

The Sandwing spoke while putting on his resting bitch face once again while going through the crowd- it seemed fascinating how dragons actually stepped aside just enough for him to pas through carelessly and dragging his companion after. 

"...Of course after you'll get some recovery. Besides, you mentioned your mom before... Is she around here as well?"

Maybe if was random, maybe he did intend to make the walk easier for his shrimp-wing by walking under as many roofs as possible, staying near the not by sunlight touched areas. Ever so often he threw a look over his shoulder at Dew, just in case... And possibly out of curiosity how his antennae were scanning the area as much as they could through all that tiredness.

A sudden warm wetness hit Dew's face, letting those pale scales slowly regain their colour to the slightest amount of wet they could get. It was steamy, even at the reception, where gusts of cold wet air and blows of warmth wetness hit them like waves one after another. Apparently the public baths were separated in warm and cold pool areas, all freshwater what you could taste in the air. Not to forget- there was a slight smell of herbs in the air... Lavender, cinnamon, pine wood,...And other scents tickled the Seasilk's nose. 

"Two day pass please-"

The Sandwing said leaning over the counter and letting couple of coins slide over as well. He paused though before looking over his shoulder and then dropping four more coins on top. 

"The massage area included please~..."

The Sandwich behind the counter carefully counted the coins before handing over two polished wooden plates, both in a deep dark read and a golden symbol- the logo of this place -engraved into the wood.

Silencer took both of them and hooked his tail tip on one of Dew's horns- pulling him right after him. Obviously that slight annoyance Dewcatcher had to suffer from- while being pulled through the halls of bathing dragons, on the search for two pools for themselves -would be relieved as soon as they stopped before two pools, both glittering in that slight blueish tone that reflected the small rays of sunlight shining through the small stained windows over their heads. Silencer finally unhooked his tip from Dew's horns, obviously being careful not to cut him with it in the process. A second later before Dew could even complain the Sandwing already threw himself backwards into the water- fresh drops landing on the dries Seasilk's scales and instantly giving them back their colours. 

"Ah~ not too hot... Not too cold, perfect temperature for such shrimps like ya, no?~"

The Sandwing sighed satisfied, leaning his shoulders against the edge and letting his talons rest outside the water on the marmot floor.
Jefferson
I'm urging for rp rn despite burning eyes and having to stand up in 5h
Jon
Dew quickly took notice at the sudden path they were following and couldn't help but wonder if perhaps the Sandwing was doing this for him..?? The Silksea truly couldn't comprehend much more and even beginning to stumble on his talons and feet. The sight resembled a 'on the brink of death' wild beat at this rate. Everything started diluting into colors until suddenly... It was so bad that he could barely reply to the others question besides a jumbled mess of *"Mhm.."*....

*"Water?? Water.. WATER!!"* His voice scratched out at the sudden steam, scales feeling a heavenly electricity of relief. The scent of herbs that faintly reminded Dew of his home in the Rainforest, wings spreading out in excitement and color slowly seeped over his scales. Almost feeling like he was fresh out of the wild rivers the first time he and his mother found their way into a Rainwing festival. Already feeling utterly revitalized from the steam alone, he couldn't help but be snapped out of it once again when a hooked tail grabbed ahold his horn and began dragging him down a hall. A raw feeling of excitement bubbled in his chest as they passed by rooms that had massive baths, even catching sight of some Seawings here and there. 

*"Wh- Wait! Hey-!!"* His voice was quickly shut out when suddenly water, perfect.. Beautiful.. LOVELY water came into his amber gaze. The Hybrid squealed in delight at the sudden flush of water before diving down into the water. Trills could've been heard through the herbal water sounding almost exactly like an orcas clicks of joy. 

The Seasilk was so happy, honestly he felt as if he had been in reborn into a new layer of skin and scales. 

*"You are my savior! My angel!"* The dragons head poked up from the water with a wide toothy grin. A heavy laugh left his chest, coming out in broken hisses. His antennae began to swing around in joy, alongside his tail, causing ripples within the water and splashing puddles onto the floor that resided outside of the baths.
Jefferson
Silencer slowly fading out of his grin realising the last time he felt a childish joy comparable to Dew's has been a day before his brother's first mission, celebrating his approval and both wrestling on the ground in laughter not knowing what terror awaits them
Adrian
This is going to be like his healing arc atp, i might kill dew off just to add some more angst/:
Masako
It's been a while since someone made him laugh like that without his joy being filled with sarcasm the slightest. The way Dew seemingly splashed around like a dragonet that finally was allowed to go out to play after being grounded for nearly a month-...Watching how he swirled around in the pool made his gaze slowly soften- falling into an empty look for once. *"We shouldn't be here-!"* Silencer protested towards his older brother who decided to skip combat lessons to show him some kind of 'special place' *"Ah what you don't say~"*, *"We will get into trouble-!"* But as much as Silencer tried to change his brother's mind- he was too determined. Soon they ended up in some sort of secret ravine, hiding a small oasis beneath the hole in the dessert's ground. He remembered how he fought his brother all day long in that pond secured from the blazing sun... Just for a day the outside world and its cruelty didn't exist.

Silencer flinched at the words -you are my saviour!- and at once his acid predator's eyes lost all that dangerously... Even the unwell feeling of being watched disappeared of Dew's neck for once... The perfectly cooled water being a factor as well, blowing the Seasilk new life into his limbs. Someone called him that before-...But who?...
*"You-...You are our savior... Thank you-" The father said before stepping down into the canalisation with his son, escaping from the by assassins surrounded building. Silencer knew that night he has betrayed his entire clan for one fragile family... And it was worth it... All the pain and violence which would follow that night happened exactly cause of his sudden decision to feel empathy.

"I'm... Glad you're better now, shrimp"

But it stayed at his previous nickname the Sandwing gave him without his consent. He grinned again, closing his eyes as he let his shoulder sink under the water's surface. *I am anything but an Angel...* Silencer thought to himself. It's not like the universe would forgive him for the lives he took and will take...

"You're hungry by any chance? We can order here a fruity-plate, they always offer small snacks around here."

He began taking off his gear, starting off with the coat of scales around his wings, then his belts and at last his various types of small weapons attached to him. Some he had to shake to get the water out of- obviously being slightly pissed that he haven't thought about talon them off earlier and handing them over at the reception.
Jon
He's always had a perceptive gaze. So it was noticeable when the Sandwing began to space out, almost blanking out like a corpse. Then, the sudden flinch that made Seasilk jolt back in the water, led Dew to feeling unsure of whether he said something bad or not. It must've been weird or something.. But he truly meant it. His eyes trailed over the Sandwing in thought before dipping his head into the water. Just what would he do?

Honestly, would he even be able to do anything for the time being?? Dews Antennae then began shooting up from the water at the mention of food, it was then that the dragon realized.. When was the last time he had eaten fruits? Let alone meat?? He had been scrounging off of bugs for around a month or so after he limited his spendings.. 

The Seasilk rose his head from the water and began floating on his back in thought, unsure if he should take the chance to also get food. It would be nice but judging from the amount of work ahead of him should he really indulge himself? 

Those previously dull lights that littered his body began flashing instinctively as he thought. *'Work.. Swim, Squid..??? Fish brain.'* They were all broken up between his thoughts and cravings now that his stomach finally began to rumble alarmingly. *"I don't really know, what do you Sandwings enjoy? I wouldn't mind anything but I'd rather we get something you like."* He shrugged thoughtlessly before flipping and diving into the water. It was rather deep and enjoyable to swim about before his head popped up at the edge of the bath. Arms folding neatly over one another, his face formed a cheeky grin. *"You're just spoiling me at this rate, if we do get fruit though I'd enjoy some passion fruit if they provide that here.."* His grin softly faded away at the words before a more pensive look took its place. 

*'home.'* Flashed about his scales only briefly before Dewcatcher leaned his head down, somewhat saddened now at the thought of his mother and their home.
Masako
He placed his last gadget on Top of that little pile behind him, definitely causing concerned looks of the dragons around him... How lucky there weren't any Mudwings in sight -they would quite surely recognise what scales those were. Silencer's gaze fell down on his left side, which has been covered by belts and satchels before but now revealed dirty bandages being slightly soaked in wetness now- 

"Spoiling you? I allowed you to revive your scale's natural beauty and offer you a meal...
In exchange of your silk, which I don't need terribly much of, but just enough for a view experiments"

The Sandwing explained, untying his bandages and a small wave of red formed under the water. To not completely mess up the clean filtered water around here he fished fresh bandages out of his satchel, tying them pretty rough and tight around his waist... His face tensing up to avoid any showcase of pain.

"Besides-...Can't let your mom see her boy turned into beef-jerky, no?"

With a sigh he ended curing his wound, leaning his back against the edge again while his wings would drop in tiredness under the water's surface together with his tail. His eyes fell with a roll and raised eyebrows, together with only slightly raised mouth corners back on Dewcatcher.

"Now- except for that poorly passion fruit... Spit your wishes shrimp, wont ask ya twice~" 

It was somewhat... Weird-...Despite the Sandwing being still unknown to him, nearly teasing Dew to pick something else as well, a familiar parenting feeling grew in between- he couldn't possibly have any experience as a father... Right?
Jon
It was only a few moments that he remained a bit saddened before huffing and shaking his head at the remark the Sandwing provided. *"I was merely kidding, but.. Fair point."* The worlds slid off his tongue before swaying his tail thoughtfully. *"I'm sure my mother may have it worse than me, or.. Well maybe not she always knew how to keep her wealth high."* He traced over the rim of the bath with a curved talon, thinking thoughtfully about his mother now that he was practically healed from his mess of a life. Sighing deeply, he shut his eyes and leaned his head over his forearms with a quiet hum. He couldn't help but wonder why the Sandwing got injured, what happened to them? Why were they bleeding ever so faintly.. There were so many questions in his head that he had no way to even word them properly without seeming rude. 

*"I wouldn't mind fruit, watermelon and mango... Some raw fish would be nice too."* He mumbled out with a yawn, the soothing water bringing his muscles to a soothing sense of relief that wore off into exhaustion. 

*"If they don't have that then-"* Another breathy sigh left his lips. *"Oh well, I'll take some black berries and Bananas."* 

This really was such a unique situation, the dragon just a few tails lengths away was the very dragon who almost killed him. But besides doing that he kept him alive. There really was no reason to because before Dew explained Silk uses, the other had no use for him. 

He was kind in an.. Unsettling way, the hybrid supposed quietly before looking around the bath room. It was well decorated in foliage and flowers that he had seen every now and then. They were quite beautiful.
Masako
Silencer's eyes remained for a while resting on Dew's visible relaxation... Or more exhaustion after his happiness took over limbs, tail and wings. He has seen before how happy Seawings could be when getting into touch with water after a long period of total dryness... So he figured that sudden change on his facial expression wouldn't only be from exhaustion.

The Sandwing lifted one of his talons out of the water, raising it just like his gaze towards another Sandwing standing across the room wearing fingerless gloves on all talons in the same reddish colour as their visitor plates would be. In a short moment that Sandwing elegantly walked towards Silencer's and Dew's pool, balancing on the small gap between them as he leaning down to Silencer, who listed him couple of things- asking ever so often if it'll be possible to accomplish. The Sandwing nodded with a soft smile, sharing one to the small hybrid on the other side as well before majestically walking through an door with a plate montages above saying 'employees only'. After they'd be left alone again Silencer's arms joined Dew's on the gap between their pools, crossing them before laying his head down on them as well. He probably slightly jumpscared the Seasilk after his gazed seemed to be trailing off around this place... Inspecting the different types of plants growing vines down from the wooden frames near the ceiling-...It somehow may or may not wake memories of the rainforest. But then his eyes met those greenish glowing emeralds again- that somewhat *Spawned* Just in front of him. Silencer's expression matched Dew's from before, guessing a more relaxed face wouldn't scare the Seasilk like a deadly look.

"Now-...Tell me, it doesn't really sound like your mother stuck around with you lately- so where is she?"

For once his voice didn't sound slow and calm in a threatening murderous way- this time his time was indeed calm, no sarcasm or sadism behind the words he spoke.

Silencer lifted his eyebrows continuing-

"By the way shrimp- yo mom gave you a name, no?"
Adrian
H YEAH sorry i haven't been on because of the fact im trying to do a deep cleansing before the new year

But i'll try replying around this week
Jefferson
Little note here from ur good old rp-fella:

You've been gone for a while man. Like dang- pretty long while
ALSO I FORGOT IN JANUARY! Happy new year bud.
Just sayin I forgot about the rp here as well. Will go down in memories man ✊