Jeffrey
More smoke billowed from her nostrils as Ivory commented on the generational gap.

As Ivory gestured to their surroundings with other dragons looking on, Azurite glared and blew a breath of fire at one of them. It was none of their business! She snarled and growled before glaring back up to Ivory, narrowing her eyes. 

"I'm *Glad* You think so," She commented with strained resistance, "Though you're one to talk, having never met my Mother." She wanted to scold and torture and burn this hybrid. How *Dare* She. Azurite could practically see the blood leaving her guardian's body as her mother stood over she and her brother. Her heart panicked, quickly thumping against her chest with adrenaline. 

"I'll do whatever it takes!" She half shouted, though unsure of what she was arguing as she leapt forward, raising her wings. "I'll do whatever I can, no matter who'll it involve. I do anything even if others get in my way."
Donna
There there, thats fineeee
April
Size isnt everything...
Donna
I giggled at that HELL
April
Its whats on the inside that matters <3
Essie
Her muzzle wrinkled and she let out a puff of smoke from her mouth as she coughed and shifted simutaneously. She wasn't what she used to be and couldn't be as quick or as smooth as she wanted despite her winding thoughts. She slowly turned her head and waved a wing angrily at a few dragons that stared too long as the younger dragon seemed to think for a moment. Or perhaps was recalling something?

"Mmm, Im sure your mother is just like any brain rotted dragon on this continent, too noisy and dislikable in every way.."

She held her tongue, not wanting to speak further on the subject of why everydragon could fall to their death and Ivory would be overjoyed. She wasn't spiteful, just far too tired to deal with the BS she used to deal with in her youth, everything becoming far too repetitive. She was pulled from her slow thoughts at the younger dragons outburst. She stared slightly apalled but she wasn't sure what they were yelling about and figured perhaps some kind of self promise. She mutters something to herself before rising to her haunches and taking in a breath so she looked almost dpuble her weight, gaze bearing down with firm intensity but she wasn't angry or upset, only a little concerned. She's seen far too many dragons suffering from PTSD to not worry.

"I think you should take a breath dear and tell me what in the Eye of Onyx are you referring too."