<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/SettyJenesequah/RP/Head.jpg)</div>Name: Xynoqsezoiea<br/>Current Form: Draconic<br/>Players Nearby: Amber; Isela & Reo a ways away<br/>Location: Coastline, resting on the beach<br/><hr/><br/>As the emerald moved to land on the beach, Noqs’ eyes caught the briefest glimpse of the silver male as he passed by, her head rotating to watch as he continued onward. The slightest ounce of guilt shifted through her chest, as she hadn’t noticed him in time to address him. Knowing how touchy some of the males could be, she hoped a grudge hadn’t begun to form, but it was far too late and the distance too great for her to touch his mind in apology.<br/><br/>Amber’s brief comment about her teacher had the amethyst’s attention focused back on the emerald, her head tilting a bit to the side. Having noticed the silver, her first thought was that he had had instructed her . . . But Noqs wasn’t a fan of making assumptions. Instead, (and to seem less threatening to the other dragon’s freshly caught meal) she allowed her legs to fold, belly lowering to the ground and wiggling against the sand to scratch at her distended stomach.<br/><br/><em>I’m glad I can add another nest-mate to the list of talented fish catchers.</em>The amethyst’s tail coiled about her body, wings relaxing and stretching out to lightly settle the tips atop the sand, the dark material soaking in quite a bit of sun and urging the small female into a relaxed state of mind. Her eyes slid shut as she continued the mental conversation, attempting to keep the conversation somewhat short. Being a dragon, she knew that it was not the most pleasant of past-times to be interrupted while enjoying a meal.<em>Yes, I hunted a pack of wild pigs near our nest. But the scenery here is much more appealing, so—once I caught one—I carried it here to eat.</em><br/><br/>The amethyst drew in a deep breath, her body rocking slightly as her lungs expanded beneath her scales. As she began to relax, she released a sigh through her nostrils, the slightest tendrils of inky blackness expelled with that breath hovering to block out some of the sunlight for a few seconds before dissipating completely. Although she’d originally intended to leave the emerald to her feast, she couldn’t help but be overwhelmingly curious.<em>The silver that was with you . . . </em>Noqs allowed one of her eyes to open, her vision settling on Amber once more.<em>Which male was that?</em>