@Crestcrazy2 (Helios)
Shrike rolled his eyes. “Okay then ya big lug, let’s go,” the feathered dragon said in a reluctant tone of voice, and he followed the red dragon indoors. Something about the SolarWing’s looks slightly uneased him.
They walked indoors as the SnowWing who’d been assisting unloading dragons yelled something requiring people to start leaving. Shrike partially ignored the announcement and caught up to the red dragon.
“Hey,” he called, catching Helios’ attention; the moment the SolarWing turned, Shrike felt a twist in his stomach he couldn’t seem to catch an understanding of. Something was really off-putting about the bipedal dragon, and a flash of memory all at once drove realization home.
Shrike’s demeanor suddenly shifted to a defensive one almost without him realizing it.
Sol.
There was no way the Champion and this dragon didn’t share relations—Shrike could see Sol’s features written all over the SolarWing’s face.
The CloudWing, stricken, held an awkward silence as he stared at Helios.