Of course, while Balthazar couldn't see the two withdrawing from his den or from him, he could still feel whether or not they were still close or walking away. He could feel both being exceptionally tired, and truth be told, he was also fairly exhausted. He was getting a headache from staying up for so long trying to do this unplanned exercise. Humph. Now that he thought about it, Izotz could've waited until morning to do something so tiring. Well, too late to think about that now. "Remember what we practiced," the Sandshark reminded Azazel, hoping the Sailfin would at least remember some of it once she'd gotten some sleep. And he, too, would get some much needed sleep once those youngsters were out of his den.
If the Sailfin looked beaten up and exhausted, Izotz wasn't faring much better. He could recall closing his eyes now and again just to try to get a small hint of sleep, but every time he would try to wake himself up. If the Sandshark had gotten but a small sleepy noise coming from Izotz, the Frost would've been in for it. The whole ordeal hadn't gone as planned at all, but at least it was over. He would appoint Slavica to handle the clan for a while today, considering he couldn't quite think clearly right now.
At Azazel's question, Izotz didn't have an answer for her. "Ah, I don't know. The Paragon that will help you might already be gone for the day, or she might still be around," Izotz admitted, hoping that the Paragon he wanted wasn't already out to hunt, and that she was still hanging around. "I promise it shouldn't be all that far. I'll try to make it that we don't have to walk too much, promise," he added as he smiled weakly, probably just as tired as her. "We're leaving, Balthazar. Thank you for your help," Izotz thanked weakly, whose words were meant with a low grumble from the old Sandshark. With that said and done, Izotz slowly turned and started heading out the large den, sighing with relief that everything was over.
Of course, now was a new set of problems. He had no idea where Agrona was, and neither him nor Azazel wanted to walk through the entire Hive. The problem of Azazel still being unknown to the whole clan was also something he would have to do, but neither of them were up for it right now. Once both of them had gotten some sleep, maybe then they would consider it. Izotz also needed to find a valid excuse to welcome Azazel to the rest of the tribe. Slavica's reaction to the smaller Sailfin's cowardliness wasn't far off from what the others would think if Azazel didn't show potential for something. He would have to think about that.
Exciting the larger den and making his way slowly back towards the main clearing and the main area of the Hive, Izotz started looking around. There were obviously more Paragon now, but the crowd was still relatively small. It was still early in the morning, so not every single Paragon was awake yet. Still, the crowd was significantly larger than the small one Azazel had seen during the night.
Izotz frowned as he caught no sight of the white and orange-red female Voidbringer he was looking for. She was one of the earliest hunters, so perhaps she had already gone. The Frost was a little discouraged at the thought of having to look for the female. Fortunately for both, there suddenly came a breeze that flew right overhead of both Paragon. Blinking, Izotz looked up to find the source of the sudden wind that had gone just as quickly as it had appeared. Gasping, the Frost found a solution to their problem. "Kyrylo! Wait, come back!"
After calling out to what could only be another Paragon, Izotz quickly turned to Azazel. "We won't have to walk very far, this little guy will help us out," the Frost explained as he smiled again, although this time the smile showed some anxiety. "But I just want to warn you that he's a little—"
And then came a flash of black and gold, together with some red thrown in the mix, but the lightning-fast Paragon that was the source of the flashing colors missed his landing and ended up crashing right into the mountain wall next to Izotz and Azazel. Landing with a loud crashing sound against the wall, the newcomer sent a small dust cloud flying as he fell to the ground.
Unlike Izotz and Azazel, the small Carapace looked like he was in his young teen years, quite a few years before his prime, but not a hatchling, either.
Izotz initially gasped at the crash-landing, but the small Carapace seemingly shook it off pretty quickly. "Kyrylo! Are you okay?"
Making his way back onto all fours, the small male Carapace turned around and managed to make his way towards his leader and Azazel, although his steps were sloppy and a little dizzy. Once where he should have landed, the little Paragon known as Kyrylo blinked a few times and shook his head. "I'm okay!" he squeaked, his voice still high-pitched and lacking a deeper, more masculine tone to it as most male Paragon had. Not only that, but the Carapace was even smaller than Azazel still. "Sorry, you called out to me, so I thought I had to turn really fast!" And then the small one got excited and derailed entirely, bouncing up and landing back on all fours, belly now flattened against the ground. "So I tried to fly upwards and then twist around! Um." He then straightened up and turned back to Izotz. "But I flew too much upwards and turned too late, so I crashed. My mummy's better at landing than I am!"
Izotz smiled at the energy of the smaller Paragon, which was an incredible contrast when one looked at how tired the Frost was compared to him. "Ah, at least you're okay. Kyrylo, I—"
But the words of the Frost fell on deaf ears as Kyrylo noticed Azazel next to him. Staring quietly at the Sailfin with eyes bigger than the moon itself, the small Carapace looked extremely intrigued by the newcomer. "Hey, I've never seen you before! Are you from around here?" Excited to meet a new face, Kyrylo started bouncing, even getting closer to Azazel. "What's your name? Are you gonna stay here with us? Hey, do you want to see some of my cool flying moves? My mummy taught me them!"
And so the conversation was entirely lost to the small Carapace who was way too energetic for the two exhausted Paragon to keep up with.
If the Sailfin looked beaten up and exhausted, Izotz wasn't faring much better. He could recall closing his eyes now and again just to try to get a small hint of sleep, but every time he would try to wake himself up. If the Sandshark had gotten but a small sleepy noise coming from Izotz, the Frost would've been in for it. The whole ordeal hadn't gone as planned at all, but at least it was over. He would appoint Slavica to handle the clan for a while today, considering he couldn't quite think clearly right now.
At Azazel's question, Izotz didn't have an answer for her. "Ah, I don't know. The Paragon that will help you might already be gone for the day, or she might still be around," Izotz admitted, hoping that the Paragon he wanted wasn't already out to hunt, and that she was still hanging around. "I promise it shouldn't be all that far. I'll try to make it that we don't have to walk too much, promise," he added as he smiled weakly, probably just as tired as her. "We're leaving, Balthazar. Thank you for your help," Izotz thanked weakly, whose words were meant with a low grumble from the old Sandshark. With that said and done, Izotz slowly turned and started heading out the large den, sighing with relief that everything was over.
Of course, now was a new set of problems. He had no idea where Agrona was, and neither him nor Azazel wanted to walk through the entire Hive. The problem of Azazel still being unknown to the whole clan was also something he would have to do, but neither of them were up for it right now. Once both of them had gotten some sleep, maybe then they would consider it. Izotz also needed to find a valid excuse to welcome Azazel to the rest of the tribe. Slavica's reaction to the smaller Sailfin's cowardliness wasn't far off from what the others would think if Azazel didn't show potential for something. He would have to think about that.
Exciting the larger den and making his way slowly back towards the main clearing and the main area of the Hive, Izotz started looking around. There were obviously more Paragon now, but the crowd was still relatively small. It was still early in the morning, so not every single Paragon was awake yet. Still, the crowd was significantly larger than the small one Azazel had seen during the night.
Izotz frowned as he caught no sight of the white and orange-red female Voidbringer he was looking for. She was one of the earliest hunters, so perhaps she had already gone. The Frost was a little discouraged at the thought of having to look for the female. Fortunately for both, there suddenly came a breeze that flew right overhead of both Paragon. Blinking, Izotz looked up to find the source of the sudden wind that had gone just as quickly as it had appeared. Gasping, the Frost found a solution to their problem. "Kyrylo! Wait, come back!"
After calling out to what could only be another Paragon, Izotz quickly turned to Azazel. "We won't have to walk very far, this little guy will help us out," the Frost explained as he smiled again, although this time the smile showed some anxiety. "But I just want to warn you that he's a little—"
And then came a flash of black and gold, together with some red thrown in the mix, but the lightning-fast Paragon that was the source of the flashing colors missed his landing and ended up crashing right into the mountain wall next to Izotz and Azazel. Landing with a loud crashing sound against the wall, the newcomer sent a small dust cloud flying as he fell to the ground.
Unlike Izotz and Azazel, the small Carapace looked like he was in his young teen years, quite a few years before his prime, but not a hatchling, either.
Izotz initially gasped at the crash-landing, but the small Carapace seemingly shook it off pretty quickly. "Kyrylo! Are you okay?"
Making his way back onto all fours, the small male Carapace turned around and managed to make his way towards his leader and Azazel, although his steps were sloppy and a little dizzy. Once where he should have landed, the little Paragon known as Kyrylo blinked a few times and shook his head. "I'm okay!" he squeaked, his voice still high-pitched and lacking a deeper, more masculine tone to it as most male Paragon had. Not only that, but the Carapace was even smaller than Azazel still. "Sorry, you called out to me, so I thought I had to turn really fast!" And then the small one got excited and derailed entirely, bouncing up and landing back on all fours, belly now flattened against the ground. "So I tried to fly upwards and then twist around! Um." He then straightened up and turned back to Izotz. "But I flew too much upwards and turned too late, so I crashed. My mummy's better at landing than I am!"
Izotz smiled at the energy of the smaller Paragon, which was an incredible contrast when one looked at how tired the Frost was compared to him. "Ah, at least you're okay. Kyrylo, I—"
But the words of the Frost fell on deaf ears as Kyrylo noticed Azazel next to him. Staring quietly at the Sailfin with eyes bigger than the moon itself, the small Carapace looked extremely intrigued by the newcomer. "Hey, I've never seen you before! Are you from around here?" Excited to meet a new face, Kyrylo started bouncing, even getting closer to Azazel. "What's your name? Are you gonna stay here with us? Hey, do you want to see some of my cool flying moves? My mummy taught me them!"
And so the conversation was entirely lost to the small Carapace who was way too energetic for the two exhausted Paragon to keep up with.