[The larger dragon resists the urge to facepalm when he hears the panicked screaming and sees the small outlines running through the trees towards the farm. But then again, what did he really expect from a dragon that was still young enough to initiate play?
Once the workers have fled, Vanitas takes to the air and swoops in behind the smaller gold, claws digging grooves into the soft earth as he lands and tucks his wings in. He's barely small enough to squeeze in between the rows of trees without rustling their branches.]
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Once the workers have fled, Vanitas takes to the air and swoops in behind the smaller gold, claws digging grooves into the soft earth as he lands and tucks his wings in. He's barely small enough to squeeze in between the rows of trees without rustling their branches.]
What're you doing?