The return of another would not alert Aegon. He was brand new and held no former relationships within The Pitt, only those immortals who conspired with him occasionally. Even so, making acquaintances never hurt. Mortals were oddly fascinating, after all. They were another face for the mind's collection and a soul for the underworld's future.

Eyes traveled up towards the dragon in the treetops. His paws paused on the jungle floor and he stood silent, watching as they readjusted and looked longingly for another. Strange. Aegon merely craned his head. He had no business addressing  joiners, but he did enjoy prodding at trespassers. This one clearly had a size difference though. Straightening out, he cleared his throat. "Care to explain why you're here?" he rang out. "You're a little too far into The Pitt's jungle to fiend excuses." Little did he know, the large creature before him was a former member. Maybe Vale would explain later.

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“It is quite alright, Aegon, my friend!” Vale shrieked as ve took off from the ground.

When Renlys had first appeared in the sky, the crow’s three eyes had not wavered from the dragon; flying to greet the behemoth, however, was too much in this summer heat. Vale had enough experience with flying alongside dragons to know it was easier to wait.

Attempting to land on Renlys’s nose, Vale noisily flapped vis wings. As if the dragon wouldn’t be expected to see what was right in front of his face! But, who knew, when introspective pondering was all the rage and Vale verself was a tiny little birb?

“Renlys, you’re here! Does that mean Brymstone’s not far behind?” Vale truly was glad to see Renlys; Brymstone’s lack of detail on the Iron Forged’s collapse led Vale to believe the friends ve’d left behind had met unfortunate ends, and vis happiness reflected in vis weird red eyes. “Or, hm, lemme guess, you like the Pitt’s hot-as-fuck territory, eh? Tanglewoods is all swampy, after all.”

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“Hm, I don’t think Aegon would want to be anyone’s stead. But he would make a fine one, I’m sure,” Vale said, shaking vis head. Vale joked about a lot of shit, but this rider-dragon thing was important to Brymstone and Renlys, so Vale took the matter seriously. “I do not have a stead. Which is fine! Don’t think anyone in the Pitt has one, either, it’s a miracle we all get along as-is.”

One red eye glanced at Beezlebub as the bee-like dragon approached. Honestly? Vale thought it good ve added the last bit, otherwise Renlys might start asking if the little fuzzball was vis stead, which made even less sense to Vale, but ve thought it might make more sense to Renlys, since at least Beezlebub looked dragon-ish compared to Aegon.

“Well! If you’re staying in the Pitt, might want to prepare for your blooding. Though both of these not-steads haven’t done it either, so, eh, not like there’s a rush or anything.” As ve spoke, Vale motioned with a wing to Beezlebub and Aegon with a shrug. “But if ya do it, you get lots of food and a smol ceremonial present. I think? Iffy on that second part. I’ve only been ardent for… less than a month! Almost a month! So, yeah, idk, might make it so completing the blooding ritual is like… cause for you to be dunked in the Nile by me. That’d be funny. Though it’d be hard to dunk you, Renlys, with your whole…”

Vale trailed off, motioning with vis wings to Renlys’s whole big-ass dragon body. As if that needed to be stated.

Rounded ears turned down as Vale's shriek brushed past. At least this wasn't another visitor. Especially one from Tanglewood that begged for mercy and simultaneously threatened them, which was quite contradictory to Aegon. Despite that, he kept his hopes high. New flesh. That wouldn't hurt, especially if the leader knew them already. Snake-like eyes narrowed as he watched the leader land on the dragon's nose. He let his mind run as ve did so, not speaking out about the fact that he presumed Renlys would end Vale in one snap of their large jaws. Luckily, all seemed swell.

A steed though? No. The lion's brow furrowed and attempted to exchange a glance with Vale. "No," he lamely replied. "I'm afraid you have mistaken for a horse." Or a whore after midnight. "I would prefer not to be... ridden." He would try anything once, but the horseman was afraid many had already tried that, per his title. Instead, he straightened out and placed his paws firmly upon the ground, standing tall and independent. Aegon, horseman of death, was done with that cruel joke.

He momentarily looked over towards Beezlebub and offered a subtle smirk in greeting. They seemed pleasant per usual. If they were as great as finding shade as they proclaimed, then perhaps he would take them up on that offer sometime.

The blooding was something the Pittian had yet to hear about, as his stay hadn't been that long. As Vale gestured ver's wing in his direction, he merely craned his head and made an internal note to inquire further about that. Having his head dunked into a red river by a small crow seemed almost comical though.