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"Wipe that look off your face please." At her side, or rather down near her knees, as her dragon was quite smile, Praedaeth leaned against Oreune's leg as her rider wiped a clean cloth on her face. The pair was just waking up from a rather impromptu nap brought about after feeding and oiling, and while the last little bits of sleep clung to Oreune like webbing it was the urging of her lifemate - yes, a lifemate - that had her awake and cleaning away the remnants of sleep.

Praedaeth snorted. What look? This is just my face. The green blinked slowly, rumbling in amusement as Oreune scrubbed around the corners of her eyes. Apparently she'd fallen asleep with a bit more blood and crust on her face than she thought, for the cloth looked gross and her face felt...crunchy. Get around your nose, you've missed some spots. A yawned echoed in the rider's brain as her dragonet attempted to pretend she wasn't still sleepy as well, but there was a different sort of urging now that had her moving. Once you're done we're going to see my twin. I want to be with him.

"...." Oreune's hands paused, and she looked down properly with an expression similar to one a person would wear at something bitter being placed in their mouth. "Do we...have to?" It wasn't as though Oreune hated Natiri - or whatever he was going to call himself now, he may have told her but meh! - it was just that she didn't like him much. She found him rather boring and he'd more or less indirectly offended her, even if it wasn't on purpose.

And that had been all in a single conversation, which was about right considering she'd had no interest in finding him for anything more. Now it seemed like she didn't have much of her choice, as her green dragonet made case. It would be hard to deny the rights of her lifemate to her identical twin, after all. Plus, really, the dragons looked exactly alike so she wouldn't be able to avoid thinking of the blue while looking at her green; if it wasn't for the shade of their hides it would be unlikely anyone else could tell them apart either.

"Can't we just....see them from a distance, or something?" Praedaeth snorted once more and shook her head, prompting Oreune to groan as she buried her face into the cloth. "We're going to see them at the feast anyway, so -"

I want to see him now and so we're going to see him now. There was no more room for argument, as it seemed once her dragon had an idea of what she wanted she was going to get it. Or maybe she really didn't want to see her brother that bad even, but instead was relishing the idea of watching Oreune's face run a gamut of expressions in less than a tick of a candlemark. Anyway, come on. Without fully waiting she turned and moved at a trot towards where she'd last seen her twin, all the while reaching out for him. My brother, are you close by? I want to see you, slowpoke.