[ the hand he holds gets pulled closer to his taller frame eventually nearing the houses, letting go to put his hand on elliot’s shoulder and keep him close to his chest as they walk. a protective gesture, because he feels the eyes burning through them— elliot, to be more specific, casting glares to the human looking boy that doesn’t belong among them. there may be whispers, dissatisfied clicks and murmurs that speak ill, such as a harpy growling: why would a young dragon bring that here? pets should stay home.
a naga hisses: they’re scarce in numbers as is, and now they come with their heads poisoned! ]
Don’t listen to them.
[ just keep walking— luckily, an elderly faun (the one elliot had seen giving shards of glass to eren as a gift) sees them and waves her hooved digits— again, at elliot, he’s in a much better angle to see her. eren smells her, on the other hand. ]
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a naga hisses: they’re scarce in numbers as is, and now they come with their heads poisoned! ]
Don’t listen to them.
[ just keep walking— luckily, an elderly faun (the one elliot had seen giving shards of glass to eren as a gift) sees them and waves her hooved digits— again, at elliot, he’s in a much better angle to see her. eren smells her, on the other hand. ]