Libelle collided against the railing of the balcony, staring up at the trio of elder dragons hovering a mere twenty feet away from its edge. Each one possessing smooth brown scales with copper flecks, pairs of golden eyes, deadly fangs, and a massive wingspan. The rapid movement of their membranous wings sent strong gusts of wind everywhere, kicking up the fabric of Libelle's gown.
Eskil pushed to the skies above them, hissing at their unexpected arrival and the ominous presence they possessed. Gala had latched onto the eldest neck, digging at his scales with the hook like claws at her wing's finger joint. She was using the spade shaped club on the end of her tail to strike at his face.
Raynor had circled over the youngest brown scaled dragon, latching onto its back where he gnawed at the fragile bones of his wings. His molten breath scorched its flesh as more scales were torn from its body. The third dragon circled with Eskil, growling at the twins.
"Call off your pets Eskil." it seethed.
Eskil growled back, "Those are my children. You'd best watch your tongue."
"Gala, Raynor come here." Libelle said in an eerily calm demeanor. She sheathed her sword, and glared icy dagger's at the three dragons. The children looked at her with wide eyes and a curious expression.
"Children, come here, now."
Releasing their prey, they soared down to the balcony. Landing on the edge of the stone railing and looking down at their mother with their heads low. Libelle stroked each of their cheeks, smiling gently at both of them.
"Off to bed now, both of you. But first, go wash up."
They snorting, a puff of smoke bursting from their nostrils. Their wide chest expanded with a displeased sigh, yet they nodded and crawled down the ledge and onto the balcony. As they passed her, their glistening cream scales rippled as a reminder vibrated up their throat.
Looking over their shoulder, the duo glared ruby daggers at the dragons they had just attacked. Their wings fluttered with each step, their long tails slithering like snakes behind them. It wasn't until that they were halfway across the large room, did they transform back into their pre-adolescent mortal forms.
Libelle watched as they disappeared into the small room with a wash basin that hopefully, still had warm water. She then turned her head sharply with a glowering expression.
"Now will you tell me why you came her, unexpected and unannounced, Vernon? As well as you Hager and Eric?"
Eskil soared down to perch against the wall beside the window, his talons latching into the stone. Turning his head to look over his shoulder he bared his teeth, flicking his tail before curling it protectively around Libelle's waist.
"Yes brothers, please explain to me why you would arrive at our current dwelling with such menacing auras about you."
Vernon, the eldest of the trio lowered himself down towards the balcony. His form shifting into that of a man who appeared to be in his mid-forties. Fine wrinkles were at the corner of his eyes, smile lines around his mouth. His short feathered, light brown hair was graying at the edges.
"Your children…" he began quietly.
"Cover yourself in the presence of my mate Vernon." Eskil snarled.
He looked down at his nude body, grumbling though, he obliged. Approaching the vibrant red curtains that fluttered around the open window, he shredded the expensive material and wrapped a portion around his waist.
"Now, about your children." he murmured.
"What about them?" Libelle asked, raising an eyebrow, tilting her hips and crossing her arms over her plump chest. The she-elf had been disturbed during a pleasant evening with her family, and she made it quite obvious she didn't appreciate their arrival.
He rubbed his neck, "My lady, I pray that you do not mistake my words for insult. But your children are… very feral."
"And why is it you call my children feral Vernon?" Libelle asked.
Vernon rubbed the tender bruise and swelling across his cheek, the discoloration much more apparent in the form of a mortal. "They attack their own kind without question, its acts like these that prolonged the war."
Libelle practically spat at the man-beast. "They attack those who wish us harm!"
"They attack dragons!" Vernon countered.