There was a trot, his mind racing with information and ideas as he raised his maw, calling for his aunt Naia to ask her what Lachesis had suggested he ask her. There was no hesitance, and it was strictly a business call despite how much he would love to catch up with his aunt. He remembered talking to his Uncle Lachesis down at the lake and how he was not the only one who was suspicious of the one-eyed dragon’s presence. Still, they could both be acting on something that didn’t exist so that was why he was dragging his aunt into the discussion. He felt like a private investigator in a way, but there was no way he was going to speak to Maksim or Kisla on a hunch or dare he say a veiled jealousy.
He wasn’t going to get Lach into trouble either if it turned out to be nothing. Instead of acting impulsively like he had in the past, he was going to be honest and think things through. He wasn’t going to react explosively over a comment or an action like he had with Aponi or Mercy or Mapplethorpe. He was also set on not holding a grudge, like he held against Elettra. Here there be dragons. There was a small grin to him as his tail wagged, thumping softly against the ground as the scarred man sat tall, waiting for the arrival of his aunt. It might have been easier to seek her out, since she could be out scouting, but the thought had not passed his mind until it was already too late.