Thread:TurquoiseEmber/@comment-35137341-20191214205925/@comment-35882347-20200122035005

Astrum... was not a hateful dragon. In fact, negative emotions were probably the things he went out of his way to avoid most. Whenever he found himself being sad, or angry, or resentful, he bottled up his emotions and went to go paint. His lifestyle was not a complicated one.

But these were his friends, and in Innocence's case, even more than a friend. He would gladly spend the rest of his life with them instead of his real family, his blood relatives who acted so distant and far-off whenever he tried to talk to them. They had been there when his father and sister hadn't.

And so he vowed to put them first, the warrior and the detective and the doctor. If they hated Virtue, then so be it. He would follow them to the ends of the earth.

"Nothing," he said aloud. "Although my ears aren't as sharp as yours." (The warrior, the detective, the doctor, PERFECT!)

Innocence looked around, "Your ears are fine, sweetheart. I think it was more of a combinat-THERE!" She said as she spotted a dragon disappearing into the treetops.