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To say that he was surprised would be the understatement of the year, in all the times that Ligeia found himself hanging out up on the roof he couldn't recall a single time when anyone else appeared to join him. His heart had given a jump even when a shadow fell over them, turning to look to see who it was and his eyes went huge in surprise, "Alaqua?" He murmured, surprised.

Wow! When had the Koala girl gotten so big? Then again he did suppose that it had been a long time since they had last seen each other hadn't it?

He gave her a smile when her dragon landed next to Vorel, "Hello, welcome to my thinking spot." He greeted her.

The Frost looked over at Bob before giving him a smile and a nod, "Hello there." He greeted in Draconic, looking the dragon over and he tried to think on whether he'd ever met a dragon that looked like this one before but none came to mind. This was fun and new and caused his tail to start wagging.

The owl gave a nod of his head as he moved over to sit down on the railing, letting his fluffy feet dangle over the edge. He looked down, around, and then over to Ala, "Exactly. Its because not many people come here that its the best for thinking." He told her. She seemed to understand already why he came here, the lack of people that could easily get to this place, "There is an elevator and some stairs but even those aren't often used and once in a while a helicopter will arrive."

His swing his feet then, "Aside from that this place is mine, I am kinda glad to have company though." He told her, not wanting her to think he didn't want her here. In fact having company was something he really missed, he'd been studying to much lately.

Vorel gave a smile, "Good to meet you Jorm... Jorumun... gandr?" He would have flushed if he could when he tripped up over the long, but very interesting name. He tilted his head to the side and then gave a shake of his head, "Ligeia calls me Vorel." He told the brass, pronouncing his name carefully that he would catch it. Worrel... he was certain he'd been called that before but couldn't remember when.

"That is the one nice thing about living here with my Dad, the doors were designed with dragons in mind so they are bigger then normal. Makes it so he is still able to get around with me." He said, looking over at the Frost who had happily struck up a conversation with the Brass.

Ligeia didn't know what he would do when Vorel got to big to sleep in his room, no doubt he'd go and sleep where ever Vorel did fit. He didn't like the idea of being away from the Frost especially at the moment.

Vorel's tail flicked back and forth in a happy manner when he'd managed in his attempts to get the name right. This dragon seemed nice, a lot friendlier then Keir though at the same time he still missed the sour tempered Black, "Enjoying the day?" He asked of the Brass.

The air currents were favorable for flying so he couldn't complain aside from the fact that it was a bit hot. Nothing he couldn't fix by flapping his wings or giving the occasional blast of frosty breath.

"That was a really good idea." Ligeia said, looking over toward the dragons for a moment. It wasn't often that he saw a dragon that was closer to Vorel's size. For the most part they ran across ones that were much smaller, "Our place is on the small side and a little crowded at the moment but luckily it seems like we are rarely all at home at one time."

The times when his father, his brother, his brother's wyvern, Vorel, and himself were home all at the same time were both rare and cramped. With Vorel and Baroness seeming to always be getting bigger made it feel even more cramped up. His gaze went back to looking down at the ground far below, seeing if anyone or anything were moving about down there.

Vorel gave a smile, "Yes. We have been flying a lot lately. Its good exercise Ligeia says." While the flying was good the sun was most definitely not... the roof needed an overhang to cast shadows he thought to himself as he sent a small burst of fog into the air and flapped his wings to get it to swirl around him.

The owl couldn't help but give a little chuckle, watching his dragon as he set to cooling off, "Its something he learned in a class with Mr. Coleman, how to effectively use his breath attack." Ligeia said, "He uses it less as an attack and more of a way to cool off when its hot like today. Its good for when we practice magic together too."

Vorel blinked, looking around and realized that what he'd done had gotten everyone's attention on him. He gave a little of a grin, "Just can, the dragon man showed me... though... He trailed off and looked over at Ligeia.

The owl laughed, "He'd sort of figured it out before the class, we just didn't tell the teacher. Didn't want to get in trouble for trying stuff before we were supposed to. Its a useful skill for making juice into Popsicles."

"Fire? That sounds neat. He could help to make s'mores." He said jokingly. While fire breathing sounded a little dangerous the owl was sure things would be fine since D-Corp had good sprinkler systems set up just in case. He looked over at the dragons as they spoke and gave a little giggle over what was being said, "Bob sounds quite enthusiastic about learning, I hope he does well in his class."

Vorel smiled, watching as the other dragon tried, "Takes practice. Concentration." He told the Brass, wishing he could help but if Jormungandr was a fire breathing dragon he didn't think he'd be much help.

Ligeia couldn't help but laugh, "It was the best way to teach Vorel. He would use his breath attack to freeze the Popsicles and afterwards he'd get to eat some of them. It was his reward for doing well at it." He explained, "Though... I suppose one would have to figure out if you dragon liked S'mores before using that as incentive."

He tilted his head to the side when he realized that Ala was starring at him, "Huh? Oh, yeah. I learned to speak Vorel's language so that we could better communicate. He doesn't know English, hasn't seemed to be able to pick it up."

So to make up for that Ligeia had put in a ton of study time so that he and his dragon could be close in all ways even in the way of communication.

Vorel nodded in agreement, "Yes, but when you learn its fun! Though... not sure what one can do with a breath attack like yours." Vorel seemed to be thinking on it for a while, "Do dragons like you like cooked meat like my sort like frozen food?"