There would always be moments where Cherna would reconsider options, even though she felt free flying alongside her shapeshifting friend. It was nice to stretch her wings and shed that god-awful bone armor. As pretty as it was, she could always make more.

Her speed slowed as Vale flew before her face, blinking as vey saluted and dropped. In a much more graceful maneuver, she dived down, following the falcon. Tucking her wings in, she watched as vey splashed into the hot springs, and Chernabog unfurled her wings and landed with a little more grace into the warming water. With a smile she watched as vey changed forms, and she dipped her head under the water for a moment before breaching again.

[color=#66cd00]"My name is Chernabog, and if you aren't deaf, then you know why I'm here."

[color=#66cd00]"Speech" [color=#336600]'Thoughts'

Blinking, a growling chuckle left her at Vales words. As she returned the fistbump, she chuckled. [color=#66cd00]"Indeed. I love the arial view we got." she spoke casually before turning her gaze to Brymstone. Dragon king. She snorted gently buy said none against it. He certainly looked the part. [color=#66cd00]"I have little to complain about when it comes to leaders. As long as they act and aren't afraid to get their hands dirty, I have little issue."

[color=#66cd00]"I don't expect to be liked by many. But I have no problem pulling my weight. They'll accept me eventually, right?" She offered a crooked smirk.

[color=#66cd00]"Speech" [color=#336600]'Thoughts'

Within peripheral vision reduced to fleeting spectacle, plummet conducted without grace, enacted a fall that spiralled and wound an unset trajectory. The conclusion no less an extravagant show, flourish about collision with steaming depths, garnered a reaction that spoke of horror, ripple laced surface broken by visage familiar if performed with otherwise tasteless fanfare. Followed pivot of heat by paw that scrapped along the loose rubble, behind after following the rest, anew begun his languid pace. Down brows drawn, knit together as voices arising among the hushed din, depart of those once occupying hot springs noted.

Yet none bore any importance, stragglers few brazen in their own short lived courage, cowed beneath words rounded ears flicked forward to catch. By no means was he lacking hearing, though dull and persistent the ring that echoed a droll note beneath all, and the request had been registered. It was the words of other, the boy that held tight to a crown that others sought to pluck from his brow, that drew further interest. Already low the opinion of the many, though Dylluan made no point of such he favoured the whelp and would perform no action that may impede his rule, though no more would be assist to hold it, this surely to be another strike.

Slight the frown that curled about cracked lips, briefly broken as tongue arose to wet it, stilled as witness the rather unorthodox manner vis performed a rather similar task. Well, this one was a curiosity of vis own right, withdrawn his tongue and in place of frown grew a tooth laden grin. "I thought one was enough," light the tone employed, yet hard the vision that skirted along exposed organ, a mimic yet different, vis own take and the more unique for it.

Addressal of other allowed grin to wither, arising right shoulder, stump rising with the action. "No one can say, up to them and if that changes, I would not expect it to happen any time soon if it ever does." Unlikely either to be treated in light anywhere near cordial, evidence apparent in the way the masses treated Brym.