Celeste studied Owen with the same intensity she'd directed at Vorthraxx moments before. Her blue eyes tracked details—the way he held himself despite obvious injury, the careful neutrality of his expression, the black scales visible beneath his hood's edge.
"Just my luck, Another dragon" she said. Not a question. A conclusion reached through observation.
Owen pulled his hood back. No point hiding now.
"I didn't know the dragon king had Two heirs." She moved to a workbench and began organizing tools that didn't need organizing. "Though Vorthraxx conveniently left out the part where you'd be visiting."
"I didn't know either..." Vorthraxx said. "This is new to me too"
"Anyways, are you here for the nether rift." Celeste's tone carried reproach.
"Oh you know where it is!? Owen is helping with the rift. Two dragons are better than one."
