Dragonspiral Tower (2nd floor)/Late Morning (20)
Drake clapped his hands together and grinned as he stepped up onto the pillar. Finally they were moving on; finally he could see the rest of the tower; finally--
"Why exactly are you going first? It sounds like a terrible idea to--"
THREE STEPS. Drake could've thrown a tantrum right there and then like a gigantic toddler. I'VE GONE THREE DAMN STEPS AND WE'VE STOPPED AGAIN.
"--send one of the largest two people across a perilous, narrow path without knowing if it is even stable first. One would think you'd have caught that Gramps."
Iris slapped a hand over her mouth and ducked behind one of the pillars, looking mortified. Drake frowned at her; why was she acting like that? She did have a point; Drayden was even burlier than he was, and easily the heaviest out of all of them. So why did she look so ... ashamed, for lack of better word?
"Iris, sweetheart, come out," Shauntal coaxed gently. Drake slid his hands into his pockets and watched them all puzzle, feeling just as bemused himself. "There was nothing wrong with your question."
"Aye, made sense to me," Drake said, trying to be a little more than a confused bystander. "We haven't even started yet; we can change the formation in a heartbeat."
"Why is she so scared of sassing you?"
"I-I don't... know..." Even Drayden didn't know. "Iris?" He tried to peer around Lorelei to get to her, but the woman stood like a hugely irritating iceberg right in his way. Drake scowled at her.
"Just come out, lass," he said, trying to sound gentle despite his irritation. "Nobody is angry with you."