Drogon

The mare before him held most of his attention, but he could feel the eyes of the land's lead stallion on him as well. Drogon had been careful to avoid him for the most part, especially after his dalliance with Svenja had become more clear. It was one thing to sow discord in a herd, and another thing entirely to play your hand too openly and spoil the whole game.

He cocked an ear back toward the stallion and glanced his way as he hovered like an anxious mother on the outskirts of their conversation. To Drogon, there were no obvious similarities between the two that he could use to link their relationship, but there was no doubt in his mind that there was one. Considering Bacardi had not seemed particularly possessive over his other claimed mares made his relationship to Wasp rather curious, but Drogon knew better than to pry right now. Whatever it was that made the painted stallion glare in his direction would have to remain a mystery for now

"Lucky you," he responded to her grumbled answer, and offered a grin that did not reach his eyes. Drogon could have gone anywhere in the world after Valka's bid to free him, and yet the first step he took outside of the Bay would sever him from his family as neatly as any blade. Drogon suppressed a frown as she invited Bacardi in, and shifted his attention back to the tobiano stallion again briefly. Ignoring him would be rude, especially now that he had been encouraged to join them, and so Drogon continued on with his good-natured charade and side-stepped slightly away from the mare to make room for an obvious third.

Drogon hadn't intended to spend much time talking to Wasp, but he'd be lying if the prospect of speaking to someone other than the dour Bay residents hadn't held some appeal. He knew from the stories he'd heard his mother tell that some sort of altercation had gone down between Wasp, Vanya and Rougaru and would never turn down the possibility of learning something he could use to one-up his mother later.

Flicking his tail idly, Drogon returned his gaze to Wasp as she muttered her observation and he nodded briefly. "We met briefly when I was a weanling after my mother was rescued from Paradise." 'Rescued' was painting that scenario in an incorrect light, but he didn't know how much Wasp knew of Vanya and her games. "I don't imagine I left much of an impression." His tone had grown wry and he inclined his head toward the black mare as if halfway to dismissing himself, clearly under the impression that Bacardi needed to speak with her.

"I'm Drogon." His gaze flicked to the golden-eyed stallion for a moment before training back on Wasp. "I'll be around if you want to talk some other time. Clearly, he's got something on his mind."

And with that, he shifted back to leave with a curt nod to them both.

Can you feel it?