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Reechi

As Trista began to defend her Companion, Reechi looked over at her. “In any case, immaturity is not something you want to defend. Thinking in his point of view, I only see faulty lines.” At her comment of the small dragon feeling threatened, a derisive snort flew from her vocals. “You’d be wrong, then.” She could already feel the not-going-to-bother-with-you look from the foolish little foal.

At the entrance of yet another human, Reechi turned a blank glance over to Solara as she spoke. ’Or perhaps it is a battle of rights.’ She thought to herself before she felt Angel move under her and light another cigarette near Saga. She scooted away from the guy, and that was when Rowan responded to how she was behaving. She looked ever so startled herself as he snapped out her name, and then he told her what she was doing was uncalled for.

’Uncalled for!?’ She thought, an angered hurt flourishing up inside of her, but hidden from her Ryder. ’I’m just trying to protect what’s mine!’ Her eyes narrowed angrily as her Ryder took this woman’s side. And when he brought up the idea that she knew little to nothing just because she was newer to the world only injured her further. ’What, I’ve been gathering all sorts of information from everything and everyone around me. I’m a dragon for sakes, and doesn’t that go the same for this foal? He’s been here way longer than I have, shouldn’t he know better?’ She was beginning to get confused, and felt more and more betrayed. If she was new to the world, shouldn’t Rowan be teaching her things anyway? It couldn’t be her fault for not doing what she didn’t know. It seemed like everyone was turning on her, hiding it behind good natures.

Reeps was at least smart enough to pick up when she wasn’t wanted around.

As Rowan set his hand onto her head, as she so often loved, things turned sour within her. The affection he seemed to put behind the gesture was just a lie, it seemed nothing more than a ghostly mask, some form of a cover up for how she had been acting, which to her instincts was normal, and fine. Fake! Her mind warned her as he put pressure on her head, and she slipped her head out from under his hand and opened her jaws.

She then latched onto his hand with her teeth, drawing a bit of blood. And then she seemed to simply disappear from his shoulder. Had Saga not been smoking that infernal thing, she might have turned to him, to leave Angel as he had seemed to leave her. The last words she heard as she left from the scene was Angel talking about Trista being his date. Of course that’s what he wanted. Trista was more important to him. And because of that, she knew that her own Ryder wouldn’t be coming after her for awhile. They’d just think that she was misbehaving, that she was some kind of a brat, selfish, no better than anything else.

’Well, let them think.’ She told herself without a second glance, blinking out of scene and into the maze of halls. She had better things to do than go to the feast and be with the man she loved, but who seemed to be so keen on overlooking her and focus on others. Though the idea of fruit at the tables called to her, she ignored the base desire and turned her head, slipping through a few large, open archways.

Eventually, cool air hit her nostrils, and her ears flickered. Her instincts had been right, hadn’t they? They were supposed to be…. Now they were telling her to just get out, let her Ryder enjoy the night like he wanted to, to not spoil his fun with this Trista person and her companion.

’Stupid. Needy. Wrong. Foolish desire. Not important.’ She couldn’t tell if her thoughts were directed at Trista… or at herself.

She darted under some bushes, keen on not spoiling Rowan’s night with her negative thoughts, and rather find a small meal for herself out of little bugs and rodents. It was good, she could train a bit on her stealth and speed, she supposed. She would just lay low for awhile.