#*l'aer

[thedragondecides]

  Screw computers, he thought as he scrawled a note and left it on the nightstand for his brother to see before he left the country house that Y'lel had  procured for his riders and dragons. 

He was going adventuring. 

What was the worst trouble he could get into in a small country town?

[thedragondecides]

  One would think that he wouldn't look so miserable dressed up in normal, human, clothing, but the tie was restrictive, and T'lin fit the part of willing ambassador so much better than his brother, at least on the surface. T'lin looked the part, L'aer could speak and get along with people better.

That is, he could if he would stop fidgeting with his tie and stop trying to pull it off.

"Who - with the - and - breathing..."