THE YOUNG DRAGONS

From the arrival of the first attendee that was not one of his siblings, Viserion's tail began a steady, rhythmic waving. Back and forth it swung, like a pendulum keeping time to music that did not play in the background. Never did the pace change, despite his excitement at the success of the event as Orifel and his brother Hyrule were the first two wolves to make themselves known. "Well met, Orifel, I am Viserion, and these are my brothers Rhaegal and Drogon," he said with a motion towards each sibling before his attention was taken more so by Hyrule as he stepped closer to have a private word with the golden dragon. It was good to see him again, Viserion thought, having liked the boy quite well when first they'd met winter before last. He nodded in appreciation of his congratulations on Daenerys' victory over the wolf who had so upset the balance in Moladion. It was nice to know he wouldn't cause any further trouble in the future. Viserion grinned at the compliment and agreed to meet up with him later. Perhaps when the party began to die down and wolves not of the mountain started to head back to their respective homes he would seek out the red-back eared wolf.

But while Viserion turned to the other arriving wolves with gusto and amicable greetings for those known and unknown alike, hard garnet eyes watched the growing congregation of wolves from the periphery. Drogon had felt wholly uncomfortable about this whole idea from the start, but he was glad that it was at least taking place in the foothills rather than within the heights of the mountains. In truth he was only concerned about the arrival of one wolf, and his eyes continued to rove over the crowd, seeing but not really seeing anyone as he searched for her. Rhaegal, on the other hand, barked out greetings to every wolf he possibly could from the pedestal rock he lounged upon. Any unfamiliar name given in introduction that caught his ear had his head turning towards them and a grin pulling at his maw. He chuffed jokingly when a blonde girl named Yuki said something about wolves from Asteraia or Iromar coming. He'd been to Iromar and met one of their yearlings, in his opinion the hype was really for nothing. And what was the big deal about Asteraia? Viserion, however, took the comment differently and smiled at the girl, moving over to her to say hello just as another wolf moved to stand behind her. "Hello Yuki, its nice to meet you. Hi again Ame." It seemed that the boy was always hiding behind one wolf or another whenever they met. His golden eyes returned to Yuki's face then, tail continuing that steady rhythm that had started when Orifel had first arrived. "I hope you are right, it would be wonderful for wolves from all over Moladion to join the fun."

Shortly thereafter, a presence joined the group that simply could not be ignored. As soon as Drogon caught sight of her wiggling movements on the far side of the crowd, he stood taller than any wolf present. His ears pricked forward as he fixated on her, eyes trained on her every movement as she practically danced among the other two year olds, greeting each in turn. His nostrils flared, uncomfortable whenever she approached someone he did not know. What if they couldn't be trusted? What if they took advantage of how kind and gentle she was? She lingered near Yuki, the girl with the mouth that seemed to have legs of its own upon which to run, speaking to the cowering wolf who stood in her shadow. And then, finally, she turned in his direction. He found that his heart was pounding against his chest, not realizing how truly concerned he was for her amongst these unknown wolves until he knew she would be safe at his side within a few strides. Rhaegal leapt down from the stump upon which he had perched to greet her, and Viserion moved to greet her as well. And then, finally, she pressed herself into his side and the tenseness went out of Drogon's muscles, relaxing as she leans against him and looks up into his face. His nostrils flared before he reached forward to touch his nose between her ears atop her head as he'd done many times in the past - an act made to comfort them both as he inhaled her scent and withdrew when she turned to greet the latest arrival to the part. As she managed to wriggle even closer to him, partially engulfed by the black and red of his fur, Drogon's eyes grew slightly wider at her words, ready to whisk her away from all this commotion if it was causing her undue stress, until he realized the chuckle that accompanied her words meant this was a happy thing. A deep, happy grumble reverberated through his chest and into his throat, a sound of contentment in this moment shared with her, until the arrival of another, younger wolf made him lean forward in surprise, taking all his effort not to bristle in defensiveness at the closeness of this youngster of white and black who quite literally buried herself beneath Semele and thus himself. A questioning look came across his features as he looked to meet the pale green eyes of Semele, wondering who this girl was.

More wolves arrived with introductions of their own designs, and Viserion greeted them each in kind. But it was the barest of snarls that caught Rhaegal's attention. A girl of white, draped in blacks and reds, moved among the population and a less than friendly greeting dripped from her lips. Rhaegal rolled his eyes, wondering what was eating her. Everyone had been invited, she didn't have to come if she didn't want to. No need to be miserable when everyone else was having a good time. Another wolf arrived, announcing himself as Cuirass from Asteraia and asking where the food was. Viserion immediately realized that perhaps they should have organized such a thing, but this had just been meant to be a gathering, not a hunting party. Food could just make things more tense, and up until a few moments ago things had been so relaxed. He was glad that an Asteraian wolf had come, but did he and the snarling girl really have to start trouble from the first second they arrived? He was about to answer and hopefully put the tenseness out of the air as a few grumbles of discontentment rose from Jackson and Drogon alike when Bastille spoke up.

Rhaegal had returned Bastille's greeting with the ease and comfort of their relationship, the motion of touching their noses to one another's cheeks an action that had begun when they were mere pups. His blackened ears pricked forward, accompanied by an amused chuckle at the words Bastille targeted towards the would be troublemakers. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that Halcyon had moved to stand directly behind Bastille, and Rhaegal's brows furrowed. Did he have to stand so close? Ignoring him for the moment, he nearly added his own words to Bastille's comment until Viserion shot him a look of contention. Viserion and Kalseru had gone to a lot of trouble to organize all of this, and Rhaegal would have felt pretty guilty if he ruined it for them. So instead he merely bristled and said to Bastille, loud enough for those directly around them to hear, "I doubt anything we would have served would have been on their desired menu, anyways," a jab at the disgusting diet Asteraian wolves were rumored to have. There were plenty of whispers about the cannibalistic tendencies of the pack's population. Another wolf from Asteraia arrived and introduced himself, and Viserion took the opportunity to divert the conversation away from Bastille and Rhaegal's comments. "Cuirass, Halo, its nice to meet you both. I'm glad you could make it. I'm afraid there will be no dining options, today, though." He was about to include another wolf who had recently arrived in his greeting, a girl named Cinder, when his attention was taken by a girl of red, black, and white that moved to stand beside the one who had snarled. They looked quite similar, but there was something about the second girl that made her stand out. Viserion's heart hammered in his chest, wondering why she was only talking to Orifel and Hyrule. Didn't she want to introduce herself to everyone else? Was she as displeased with the party as her counterpart seemed to be? He had to do something to remedy the situation, so he stepped towards their small group. "Hello there, I didn't catch your name. I'm Viserion; welcome to Spirane." The molten gold of his gaze was fixated on the black and red of her face, the way white encircled her eyes absolutely captivating to him.

Drogon's brows pulled together as he watched the encounter; he would remain where he was with Semele and her younger sister until it became apparent he needed to intervene. But Viserion seemed to have it under control, perhaps a being a little nicer to the red, black and white girls than was absolutely necessary. Garnet eyes averted to the group of five boys that arrived next, the duo-toned pools of Rhaegal's stare lifting to greet them as well. But when one of the boys, who called himself Panzer, directed a question as Semele realization began to dawn on the darkest dragon. He could not help the way that the fur over his ruff began to spike now that he realized two of these wolves were her supposed "brothers." He looked to her, the question in his eyes not one of, 'who are they,' but, 'do you want me to do something about them?' They had caused her such devastation, such heartache, and now they just showed up here, one calling her some ridiculous nickname and asking about their mutual sister rather than how she was, how she'd been? Garnet eyes fixated upon those of pale green, for if he lost sight of her gaze he might not be able to control the rage that swarmed within his mind at the presence of these wolves who had caused she - the kindest wolf in all of Moladion - such pain.

With Drogon so distracted by defending Semele's honor, and Viserion engrossed with making sure that the nameless tri-colored girl was enjoying the party, Rhaegal was the only of the three brothers to notice the form of a brindled wolf that might even rival Drogon in size charging towards the group with obviously ill intent. He nudged Bastille, shoulder to shoulder, before swiftly rising to his paws and jogging out to pointedly place himself in the other wolf's path. "What's the hurry, there, buddy?" His hackles bristled in warning, brows lifting in suspicion. He wouldn't let this guy ruin Viserion and Kalseru's party. The arrival of another wolf, who didn't really look young enough to be here, would hopefully offer enough distraction for the rest of the party goers that Rhaegal could take care of whatever problem this guy was trying to create before it ever got far enough to worry about.

VISERION -- DROGON -- RHAEGAL