Aegir wasn't sure whether he should tell Gent his Da's name. That didn't seem to be the sort of information he should just hand out but then again, they already knew each other so where was the harm in it? Aegir pressed his lips into a thin line as he mulled it over. His Da would probably come, he was usually on the Little Dragon's trail. But the same could be said for his Ma too, she was always about, following him like a shadow, and just as quiet too.
"Kjell Sørenson. N' probably. He's about."He said again, with a shrug of his shoulders.
Little did he know that his mother was nearby. Usually that would be a good thing, for he loved his Ma with all his heart But when he'd been mouthing off to a stranger the last thing he wanted was for his mother to overhear him.
Without hesitation his Ma hurried over and-OWW! What was that for? His Ma was usually so gentle and kind, what had gotten into her? Aegir shot his Ma a scathing look, one as hot as a blazing fire. He had done nothing wrong, what was her problem? Why was she leaping to this guys defence when clearly he was nothing special, unworthy of his Da's praise and esteem.
With a huff, he pulled away from his Ma's side and instead stood his ground, head held high. He wouldn't bow, even if she tried to make him. A dragon bowed to no one, not Gent not anyone! The fact that his Ma even tried to make him just made him all the more angry, and poofy-like a prickly porcupine- as his tail stood stiff and rigid like a flag pole.
This was stupid, he was stupid and in the moment he thought his Ma was too.
"This is Ma."He grumbled, making the introductions ever so reluctantly."Can't speak."