"Even if Edge was crazy, he's the only one who was ever able to reason with you," Noire responded without any bitterness, simply stating a fact. Then, snickering softly, she muttered, "I hope you're right. Would it be safe to count on you, then?" She challenged, never able to tell what the other was thinking. To her, he was always angry, and that was it. While this attribute proved useful in battle, it was the reason why he was never around to help them scheme. And if he was, it was to get in the way.

Leaning against Blizzard, December eyed Regnum as he ascended the stairway, thinking that Beelzebub would lose it and shred him to ribbons. Of course, to her relief, he controlled himself. December was tired, and after what she same, afraid. The other might not believe her, but she knew what she had seen. Exhaling laboriously, she wet her lips lazily. 

Forte wanted to bite at the tail thrashing in his face, but merely swatted it away instead. He wasn't like Beelzebub... well, that was a lie, but he trusted December's powers and Noire's judgement. Still, he would cooperate, but would be far from friendly. There was a reason they broke away from the stupid clan dragons. And it wasn't just because Edge wanted to. 

"I'm okay... But what's going on? Where's my Daddy and my Father?" Skylark asked Leo, who he knew would tell him the truth. The two strangers, me with cyan hair and one with pink, were simply lying around the group. That is, until Noire, noticing the tension between the two groups, turned the tables on them. 

"Anyways, who are you two supposed to be? Are you with the dragons? Huh?" She demanded obnoxiously. "I've never seen them before in my life," Terra supplied, rather unhelpfully. The cyan dragon looked unresponsive but the pink dragon, feeling accusing eyes on him, began to tear up. "I... don't really know, miss...." 

"Well," December interjected before irate Noire was, "start with your name. It's what most people do," She suggested bitterly, but they were all in a fairly foul mood. "I'm Lucian..." The pink dragon confessed slowly, clearly not comfortable speaking aloud. Skylark waved happily. "Hi, Lucian!" He cracked the faintest of smiles. "And what are you?" December urged. "I'm... I'm a... an aura dragon." He murmured softly, eliciting a chorus of questions. 

"Impossible! They died out even before the hydra became a threat!" Terra yelled. "D-D-Died out...?" He asked, eyes widening once more. "Hydra?" Then he draped an arm over his eyes, presumably because he was crying. Without waiting to be asked, the cyan dragon confessed, "Halley, what's up. I'm a guardian dragon." Excitedly, December whispered, "A pirate! I wonder if he has a hoard?!" She asked Blizzard. 

Noire's mouth turned into an upside dowd V, she was obviously not satisfied with the boys' answers. But one was crying and the other seemed even more antisocial. "So I guess were stuck on this bottom floor. What are we supposed to do for who knows how long?" Forte chuckled. "Well obviously resting isn't enough for you." She just stared at him quizzically. "Of course not."