Falco, Teryon, and Nessa surrounded Leegaain from three sides, their voices mixed in a gestalt as they clung to his legs.
"Yesterday you said you have prepared a hoard for Elysia. Where is ours? Can we see it? When will we receive it?"
"Treasure!" Aran and Leria stopped bickering and their eyes lit up with excitement. "That's right, Grampa Leegaain. What about us? Do we get a hoard too?"
The words "treasure" and "hoard" made Shargein chirp in annoyance. The Wyrmling bit his father's ear, demanding his due.
"Calm down, kids. You-" The words about everyone but Shargein and Valeron the Second not being a real Dragon and getting nothing died in his throat as they formed in his mind.
The parents looked at Leegaain in a silent plea whereas the other two Guardians glared at him in a not-so-veiled threat.
