But who was Orien Vathros?
A magnificent dragon in the making, obviously.
Sure, he might've had a moment of weakness earlier when he came looking for his parents in utter fear, but that was over now. He was back to being strong and independent, which was precisely why he'd already come to a perfectly reasonable conclusion about his current situation.
They were fine as is.
He'd acknowledged his parents already, hadn't he?
So clearly, they didn't need to talk even more, especially when those two looked dangerously close to tears. In a way, he was practically doing them a favor, just like any truly magnanimous dragon should.
Therefore, even if Orien could tell that his auntie was trying to encourage him to go over there, the golden dragonling had decided he was perfectly comfortable exactly where he was.
In fact, he intended to remain there for the foreseeable fut—
His thoughts abruptly shorted.
