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Ligeia listened to the dragons trying to catch bits of what was being said around him, there were so many voices and many of them that were all talking at once. Bits and pieces, words here, a phrase there that he was able to catch that made sense to him but not more more then that. He turned to their teacher when he started to break them up into groups, smaller groups of them may make it easier to talk to the dragons. They wouldn't feel as crowed and perhaps that was the plan, smaller groups were easier to work with. At the same time the dragons were so much bigger then them, older, and smarter on top of that they knew what was going on in greater detail then he and the other D-Corpers did...

When he was told where he was going he swallowed hard, sent with a few others to the one that seemed to be at the head of all of the troubles. Aullol was her name, he turned to look over at her in all her frightening glory and steeled himself. She was a hard one to talk to he'd seen already, Keir was nothing like her at least that he'd ever seen. She was frightening and huge, to be sent to try to reason with her in a small group... he could feel his knees shaking a bit even as he forced himself to walk forward towards her. His dark eyes look at her clawed feet, at her maw full of sharp teeth, and the long tail. They would have to be extra careful when speaking with her wouldn't they? She could and would crush them it was a threat... no more like a promise spoken clearly that were they to get in the way their lives would be in danger. He found himself for a moment looking over his shoulder in the direction his brother had been sent in. He was a little glad that Ter was sent elsewhere with Baroness. The wyvern was more likely to cause trouble then help to try to cool and calm tempers.

"Even if we stepped out of your way there others that won't." Ligeia said, thinking on the armed men as he spoke, trying his best to be brave though he didn't really feel it. Best he could really do was fake it at the moment, "Surely you don't want to risk yourself and those who follow you? Or worse then that risk those that are related to you?" Keir seemed to like Vorel well enough but that didn't mean that all Blacks cared for such alliances, it was a risk he would have to take to hope she cared about the others who listened to her words and followed them. It sorta helped though that Chath and his dragon had been sent with this group, one of her kind would be more likely to be able to talk her out of her rage wouldn't he? Again he could only assume, what if Keir thought she was right in wanting to leave and told her so?

Vorel was near him, close enough to touch and Ligeia could tell that all of his muscles were tense. While Ligeia wanted to hope for a peaceful solution to everything the frost dragon it would seem was trying to prepare for the worse case scenario. The owl did his best not to cling to him, not wanting to appear as weak as he felt while he spoke with the Black.

Ala gulped as Peri pointed her out to join the group speaking to the large (and very scary) black dragon. Why was her luck so bad? Why couldn't she have been picked to go talk to one of the calmer groups? Like the one with that gold dragon who'd been talking against Auloll?

As far as the koala girl was concerned, she'd rather just hide behind Bob and let the boys speak for her. But maybe she could help? How, she had no idea, but she could at least try to help out... right? Ala thought for a long moment on what the others had said and what the black dragon had said as well. It wouldn't be good to tick her off... So one must think carefully on what they were to say.

"Why are you so bent on harming everyone else? I don't see anything holding you here, so if you want to leave that badly, just go. Obviously, we'd prefer it if you stayed, but I don't want to fight. Fighting's bad. It just makes someone get hurt in the end..."

The knot in his stomach was quickly growing more painful by the minute, finally seeming to hit it's pique as he was assigned to speak with the largest of the dragons. Or the one that seemed that way. She certainly was frightening and seemed allt he bigger due to it. He sort of inched along behind the group as they grew nearer to the obvious instigator of the whole ordeal trying to look as brave as possible, and failing. He looked more like he was walking towards the grim reaper than anything, the obvious fear on his face.

...why oh why this one?

Flower o the other hand, looked absolutely delighted for a creature that was still muzzled. Ah, sweet justice. They were all going to die and see that he was right, that dragons weren't meant to serve such pathetic creatures as humans. A knowing smirk showed on the young black's face as he practically saunted up to the larger of it's kind, dismissing the bird-like child that was his 'partner' without a thought. He might not have been able to speak freely, but he did manage to try at least to speak in a sort of muffled form of draconic. "You're right, they should be crushed for their deeds." It wasn't nearly as clear as normal speech, but if attention was given likely it was understandable. Tossing his head to give the entire group the glare he often cast. "Any who want to bow to them are no better." This was certainly going to be a good day.

As if things could have gotten worse, and yet they did. Revon really did want to shrink away into a hole as he spotted his own black dragon walking towards the beast of a dragon and speaking. He wasn't sure what was said, seeing as he didn't know the language, it didn't help that he wasn't entirely clear either. At least he thought, because of the muzzle. Still, it couldn't be good. He knew how Flower behaved and... he looked too happy standing before that dragon, too pleased with himself. "O-oh.... n-no..." IT was more of a moan than speech as he realized that it was likely to do with at least some damage being done.

He really shouldn't have come.

Ligeia took a step back at the angry hiss and roar that came from the large black, watching her remove a muzzle off of another young black. He looked over his shoulder at Vorel and felt his heart skip a beat. Vorel was a good dragon, a sweet dragon and he'd been with him ever since the Frost Dragon since the moment of his birth, was there when he hatch and never had he seen such an expression before, "Vorel?" He murmured. It wasn't Aullol he was looking at either despite her anger, it was the smaller black that had gone to talk with her. Ligeia wasn't sure what was said but whatever it was had Vorel up in arms...

He reached up to wrap his arms around the Frost Dragon's neck, about to say something to keep him from doing anything but failed when Vorel spoke out first, "Keir is a far better Black then that one." He said, looking at Flower. He didn't like that black after what he'd said, trying to encourage the Aullol to crush his owl!

"Vorel!" Ligeia said, shaking his head, "No, we are trying to keep things on neutral ground. I know Keir's your friend but please don't pick fights." He was able to understand his own dragon, only because he knew his dialect and his accent well enough and being the frost was the example he used when he was trying to learn draconic words.

Despite his words though the Frost didn't relax, his body still tensed up.

Ala just stared at Flower, wondering what he had said to make that black look so pleased. When Bob translated, her jaw dropped. Why would he say something like that? Didn't he like his kid? She glanced over at Revon, who looked awfully nervous. Well, she had heard that blacks weren't the nicest, but Chath seemed to get along with his fairly well...

Ligeia gave a squeak and a wince when the Black dragon reared up, arms tightening around Vorel's neck. The Frost took advantage of the owl's hold to shift his body, turning to put himself between Aullol and Ligeia. He was sure he would fair better then his owl if the black attacked, to to much better but he was bigger and not nearly as fragile...

The scent of acid assaulted his nostrils, he gave a low growling sound as he watched it hit the ground near to Keir and Chath. He looked up at her then at the acid again, he recalled damage that he'd seen acid do before how it killed the grass when he and Keir had been playing. It was far to close he realized, to close to Chath and Keir and thusly to close to him and Geia.

He shifted his stance, mouth opening so that he draw in a deep lungful of air. Cold fog started to roll out of his mouth, a moment before he released the air from his lungs down frosted over and allowed the icy breath to flow over the acid hoping to do as he'd done once before, to freeze it in hopes of making it less dangerous to his partner and friends.

Ligeia had given a squeak of surprise when he was suddnely moved by his dragon, shoved to the side, sheilded from whatever the Frost had seen first. He looked over Vorel's back, up, up, up at Aullol who had risen up on her hind feet then had a moment of shock when she suddenly spat out acid. He was... surprised when it only hit the ground near to them, he'd expected it to rain down upon them given her angry tone of voice. They were nothing short of lucky...

Then Vorel was using his frost breath that Mr. Coleman had helped to teach him, Ligeia felt his heart freeze up. Surely Vorel wasn't trying to attack her...? He'd never felt such relief in his life when instead the icy cloud was aimed at the puddle of acid. He released the breath he didn't know he was holding and almost collapsed against Vorel. This was all getting far to dangerous.

"Aullol! Please!" He called over his dragon's back and up to her, "Please lets talk about this!" He didn't want her to get any angrier or her next stream of acid may have better... or worse aim depending on who's point of view.

The dragon opened his jaw once, then snapped it shut again happily once freed, a cruel grin appearing on it's face. Even with the older, though obviously still childish, dragon trying to put him down it was obvious the beast was more than pleased. A quick glance to Keir before he cast a gaze up to the far more worthwhile female. Ah, such a fitting example of what he wished to be, proud and elegant, surely a fitting mother. "An honor to be your child." Was his response to her claims before he turned his attention back to the group.

They seemed quite worried, even with their 'high and mighty' attitude. Pathetic little creatures. "You simply make excuses to avoid being crushed like the insignificant gnats you are." A few steps forward as the larger dragon spoke down, disciplining the other black. Then a threat that made the young male all the more gleeful, oh one more step and he'd see their demise. What a sweet treat that would be. Carefult o avoid being in the way of his mother, for certainly that would be her title from here on out, the young black snapped his jaws once more at the other child's black. "And if not I don't fear those who cling to other's for strength." He'd find a way to put the brat down if he didn't back down on his own. Oh yes, it would suite him quite well to tear into one who was so hellbent on saving those things. Could they even be called human?

Revon only slumped further back as the entire thing seemed to get worse. It was his fault... if he'd done a better job of becoming friends with Flower this wouldn't be happening, Flower wouldn't be fighting with everyone. He'd caused this because he couldn't even make friends right. He'd done a bad job. Which... made him a bad bird. And what made the entire situation worse was the fact he didn't know how to undo it. How to even ask to be forgiven to causing it. What could he do..?

Why did things like this always happen..?