Rak'zel winced at the commotion, slightly distracted. Ejh?rli merely watched for a moment before returning to his play, giving a small shrug to himself. "They can handle themselves." He muttered over to his rider, before thumping his tail against the ground three times, a small pause in each. A moment passed by before three lightning strikes came down, all in the shade of green. It landed nearby Rak'zel once more, and it was so close that the boy could actually feel the stinging heat. He glared at Iratus, who merely stared back, unimpressed. "What, want to go check them out?" He questioned, though he knew the answer already. Rak'zel green eyes sparkled with concern. Rare. The dragon snorted and started walking into the academy, eyes dangerously dark as the other dragons and riders came into view. He said nothing, but the dark skies was already filled with random flashes, including the small drizzle of rain. The dragon was mad. At what, he didn't know.
