I'm bored so... Character chat anyone?

Ragnor: Raises an eyebrow, then simply shakes his head, mumbling something in an unknown tongue

Eve: Continues to pet Eilander's head, then looks up to her master. Lays her ears back
A lot of them are quite young compared to us…do try to have patience

Ragnor: Finishes his cigeratte, crushing it under a boot. Picks up the small dragon that is Eilander, placing him in his lap. Starts to pet him gently. Glances to Eve out of the corner of his eye
Can you blame me?

Eve: Sighs
Remember, they're from their own worlds, so our rules don't apply to them…

Ragnor: Growls under his breath
Still…

Eilander: His shivering calms down, if only slightly. Curled up tightly in Ragnor's lap

Gloam here are their wip wikis))

Loch: "Well from that point of logic you would be called a human! you're like, the same thing; picking fights with everything that you dislike in the slightest. Now woman up before I make you." she snarled at Syriant

Hel: https://media1.tenor.com/images/a890ffa123b1c2c6e2c069a3c9da20ea/tenor.gif?itemid=4780633

Loch: "Yeah, keep talking and you'll have a stick in your ass. Also, we're oversized just so we can bite the head of things like you clean off." she flashed some of her lights in a pattern, maybe she was cussing him out that way

Gloam: she didn't want any of this, turning green with displeasure

Ragnor: looks over to Hel, only to see her disappear. Slowly stands up, setting Eilander down whom is curled up into a ball. Steadily walks over to the pair fighting. His green eyes seem to start glowing
Alright, why don't you pair calm your asses down
Looks to Loch
You, quit being on your high horse, less you have a reason for it. Do not think you are invincible, I know of several individuals who could easily dispose of you without so much as lifting a finger

Glances to S
As for you, Like the dragon, get off your damn high horse. Maybe in your realms you are on the higher ends of your Kingdoms or whatever it is you are a part of, here, those rules don't apply.

Loch: "Brutal." was all she said, turning around with a huff

Gloam: "Maybe you should get something to eat…" she said, trying to change the subject

Loch: "Yeah, maybe I should." she replies, glaring to Ragnor then Syriant as if sizing them up. (though she's just trying to look threatening)

Ragnor: Green eyes flash, glowing even brighter. His voice is low, in a dangerous tone
I advise against trying to eat me

Eve: Pets Eilander's head, calming the small dragon. Whispers softly to the little dragon

Eilander: Lifts his head from the ball he had curled himself into. Slowly gets up, starting to follow the green familiar who leads him away

Loch: "Ew, it's not like I'm desperate to crunch on your spongy form." she said before flapping her lake green wings and taking off

Gloam: "Get me some fruit while you're at it."

Loch: "Alright."

Ragnor: You never know…and from what I've been told, we'd actually taste very bitter
Sighs, the glow of his eyes dimming down to their soft gentle green of earlier. Walks over to where Eve had taken Eilander away from the potential fight

Eilander: Had shifted back to his human, child-like form. Sits cross legged, tail curled against his side. Eyes are intently watching Eve

Eve: Gives happy chirrups, creating sparkles using her energy with sunlight

Ragnor: Sits down nearby, watching the pair, ready to move should danger present itself

we actually taste very faintly of white cheddar popcorn salt. don't ask how I know this))

Loch: she said nothing as she flew away

Later she came back with two hares and a couple apples, the hares looked dead but intact, most likely died of a crushed wind-pipe or a heart attack
"I got that fruit you wanted." she set them down by Gloam who smiled and thanked Loch before eating them
"Hey, do any of you know where some water is? I'm getting a bit dry."

The dragon listens to everyone argue, alarm in her eyes. She morphs into a sixteen year old girl, with silver hair and purple eyes. Foxchild hugs her close comfortingly.
“Maybe we should leave,” he says.
“I…don’t really know how,” Ender sheepishly responds. Foxchild rolls his eyes and says nothing.

Ragnor: Remains sitting, suddenly reaching into a pocket with his good hand. Soon pulls out the locket, looking down at the necklace

Eilander: Continues to watch the 'sparkles' created by Eve. Tip of his tail twitches now and then, seeming to have calmed down

Ragnor: looks over
Water huh?
Not sure, most of us either go back to our worlds or bring along something

Loch: "Well that sucks, I wanted to sleep after having my food." she shrugged, eating one of her hares, of course, not without making a bit of a mess.

Gloam: she cringed at the sight and looked away

Ragnor: Well, no one here is stopping you from returning

Eilander: Stands up, walking over to Ragnor. Lightly pulls at the man's jacket

Ragnor: Glances down from staring at the locket. Gives the draconic child a soft, kind smile. He lightly pets Eilander's head
Heh, I'll be alright kid…just some old things popping up in my mind…
Reaches into a pocket again, this time pulling out a stick of jerky, handing it to Eilander

Eilander: Takes the dried meat, actually giving a small smile back, then nibbles happily

After a few minutes the two finished their food and fallen asleep back to back, but not before Loch mumbled something; "yes" who knows what she could've been talking about… Actually, it sounded like she was answering a question

Loch: "Can you tone it down a little…?" she muttered sleepily, putting one of her claws over her face like a cat

Ragnor: You get used to the noise
Glances over, giving a slight wave
Heyo again you two

Eilander: Has sat down, continuing to slowly eat away at the jerky given to him

Loch: "Well, I'm up now…" she yawned, stretching "Be sure you don't wake Gloam, but it won't be that hard; she's a heavy sleeper" scratching her chin, flinging a couple blue scales to the ground in the process

Ragnor: looks over to the pair
I'd help if I could, but alas, I only have the ability to return to my own realm
Looks to Eilander

Eilander: had shifted back to his true/dragon form. Chases his tail a few times

Eve: Hovering close to the small dragon, keeping a close eye on him

A dark vortex appears out of nowhere, and two figures step out of it just before it closes with a small flash of light. The figures are female. One is completely golden–unkempt, long golden hair and delightfully curious dark gold eyes. A smile tugs up one corner of her mouth while she crouches down on her haunches. The other figure, on the other hand, is dark–tanned olive skin, a cloud of dark, naturally salt-and-pepper and tightly wound curls that invaded her face, drawing her mismatched blue and green eyes. Red splotches speckle the left side of her face. She scans the room with a confused frown.