TICKING TIME BOMB // egg-laying

[angelembrace]

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Well, everyone was so happy for the new mother, seemingly. Perhaps it was just socially acceptable to be proud of new life, and while Angel had no ill-will towards the eggs, he would so much as pretend to be happy for Aphra and her new responsibilities. If anything, he was hoping that they were collected by whatever unlucky soul made the dragoness pregnant, or they left on their own as soon as they were old enough to travel far from the camp. Or, they would end up like him, or as a child actually willing to hang on to Aphra for one reason or another. Angel frowned, looking away from the dragon and her nest of eggs, at the very least knowing when to hold his tongue and not make eye contact. In fact, he wouldn't have even been around to observe, knowing how much his mother despised his presence, if it hadn't been for the ever so curious Ruven. With the incident of the woman's atrocious behavior towards the boy and his lost fight to a sandwich still festering in the back of his mind, Angelembrace was only concerned with...actually, he wasn't sure. It wasn't as if he was going to be the one to smack her upside the head or something. He just felt like he needed to stick with the lion cub. That was it, really, he had no other words for Aphra.