"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
He seems very serious about his quest, and possibly about himself, Leilan thinks. The boy had randomly asked a question, so Leilan had responded in kind, but he doesn't seem to really understand what had just been said. Oh, but the ice-scaled roan supposes that this was the nature of said quest, all in all. He's young. He has to learn on a different level than Lethy had.
Turning to the colt in full, so as to say he has his full attention, he debates outright leaving, asking for a name instead, and answering. Coming up short on the outright leaving because his decision-making takes him long enough, he rolls his shoulders instead. "Yes. No. Yes." Then, he moves his cold-scaled head to scratch an itch on his foreleg. Looking up, he watches with amusement; he wonders if the boy would understand the point he's making, or if he would continue firing all his questions at once. "I'm Leilan, by the way." Also rude, he doesn't in fact mind the lack of a polite introduction, but maybe, just maybe, the kid will learn more about patience than he ever did.
I am the dragon and you call me insane
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@[gravitas] I'm sorry he's not helping immediately -.-' I'm sure he'll answer the questions better soon
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.