Silven moved his hand down to the drake's side and pat the creature before letting it take off, now was not the time to be gathering anymore attention to himself; though the mount was something that was meant to be shown off.  Silven's eyes moved over the onlookers now as they ran out and surrounded him and his tauren companion.  Their eyes fixed on the creature as it flew away to be with it's breathen in the Blade's Edge Mountains.  Silven felt himself being jostled by the onlookers who were pointing and calling to the drake.  Feeling his aggrivation growing, Silven pushed the crowd away with a shadow nova and turned his eyes back to Otoahastis who he had made sure not to effect.<br/><br/>"I have no intention of mistreating my mount Otoahastis and if my words on your brother offended forgive me."  The forsaken said slowly before feeling some great source of magic near by that was neither one of his allies nor the Naaru.  Shrugging it off, he moved along with the druid and took a moment to regain his composure after the spell.  "Shall we go visit your brother now or will we merely stay here and continue exchanging pleasantries?"