Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170806013615/@comment-5543592-20170807010358

Lyrenn nearly jumped off the tower when, with no warning, Villentre screetched in ear.

"What?!  What?!" Lyrenn shouted back, holding the sides of his head, ears ringing.

Villentre slowly rose up the tower, sliding around, his sides gripping the spire, like how snake would climb. Villentre gradually rose above Lyrenn, as if coiling up to strike. Lyrenn peered over the tower's head, and noticed his brother gradually making his way up.

"Startled you, did he?" Lyrenn asked, looking up at Villentre. The dragon was scanning the horizon, looking for any other possible surprises.

Saelor sighed heavily, shoving the papers away. His latest proposal to the senate was going poorly. By this point, he'd forgotten what he'd started. Something to do with increasing the power of lesser freeholders.

He aggressively shoved back from his desk, causing the various bobbles on it-- obsidian candles, broken Valyrian steel blades, broken dragon horns and teeth, other war trophies-- to shake and fall.

He paced the length of the office, but it was such a large room that his own pacing tired him out. He approached the door, next to which Dragonheart rested. He lifted the weapon and totted it around the room, taking half-hearted swings at the air. Holding a blade in his hand helped him think.