Why do you care?
I want to know what's inside the egg, Lil. Once more he clenches his claws, his tail flipping peevishly; he knows that she already knows and she knows that he knows about her knowing.
Why is he so opposed to the idea? His emotions wash through her in furious fallout, a crescendo of anger and hate—it was me who held you up when you were falling down—a cyclone of memories to pummel her into submission. She wants to tell him no—no, she comes first, no, she deserves what she wants, and yet—he's not wrong, because why would she want for anything other than him?
(For power. For glory.)
Still she doesn't eat, and yet she knows something had changed—because the others around her straighten to attention, their ears swivelling to fixate on the sound of the creek, eyes growing hungry, eyes going greedy. Their voices form a new chorus (A and C, one and three) and yet no B—and so, she supposes, the fish must've presented a question or a riddle or a something.
"B," she murmurs, a faint and sly smile unfurling across her lips. "I go with B."
OOC: Has the genetic mutation to bond to two companions.
Wishlist: Link. Dragon with Toxic Breath.
Refusals:
Common SS
Royal SS
Yes I lied, don't think about you all the time
All my switchblade words ain't aim to cut your sweet delusions