Azrael
The prospect of building something with their father was something that (despite not needing sleep) would have been enough to keep them up all night. As it were, though, they’re practically vibrating the second they start heading out toward the Spire, Bastien at their side, their bright gaze dancing between the large black structure in the distance and slips back to their father. “Nate, Isla, and I went to the Last Step and met a bunch of dragons!” They chime, almost with a chipper tone before they catch themself last minute.
“They weren’t... Nice dragons, but it is how we found the Prince!” This is said with a furrowed brow, a hand rising to their nose to tap before they perk up completely to glance at their father, wondering whether approval would lie within it. “I was careful, though.” They offer Bastien a brighter fanged smile with this, offering some relief that they were indeed in one piece.
“They weren’t... Nice dragons, but it is how we found the Prince!” This is said with a furrowed brow, a hand rising to their nose to tap before they perk up completely to glance at their father, wondering whether approval would lie within it. “I was careful, though.” They offer Bastien a brighter fanged smile with this, offering some relief that they were indeed in one piece.
Oh, brother, run fast, brother, run fast
They're coming your way, coming your way
They're coming your way, coming your way
