Beezlebub glared at her, the vain dragon never having been his closest friend. Once though, they had been on some what friendly terms, but that had been centuries upon centuries ago. Baring his teeth, he growled at her, "I could be a better leader than Edge ever was and you know it. Don't come crying to me when you realize that." He slumped back against a wall and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at the group. Wearily, Ferrum raised his hand and voiced, "I vote mr angry out of the house first." Earning a dry chuckle from Blizzard and an eye roll from the rest. 

 Staring down at the floor, Ferrum drew his legs up to his chest, missing the unamused stare of his brother. Another silence falling over the group as all they could do was wait for Regnum to come back down. Skylark being the first to break it with a soft wail. Sleipnir chimed in as well, "When will they come back for us?" 

 Sanare stared down at the toddler and brushed a hand across his forehead, tucking a lock of white hair behind his ear. She could see his Father in him, but she could also see the blood of a hydra running freely in his veins. Those lilac eyes an ever constant reminder of what he embodied. A little slice of two sides, she didn't think it was possible, but here she was holding a hydra's child, "I'm sure that...." She began, then trailed off, meeting those hopeful youthful eyes, "I don't know, child."

 Leo stared over at them, then down at Skylark, pressing another kiss to his forehead. Holding him closely, he didn't know what exactly he should say to him. Nothing that wouldn't make him cry anyway. So he just held him close.

 "You can't be serious, the guardian dragons were the first to go when we first made contact with the humans. We checked, we combed the earth for any remaining survivors, the humans wiped out any chance by expanding their civilisation. They took out the entire south, the last of you disappeared a millenium before!" Ferrum interjected, reciting what his brother would have memorised out of book. He glared down at the two strangers, suspicious of them despite how openly harmless they seemed. He wasnt sure and wasnt goingbto trust them, despite the fact that-"At least you're not hydras, but if you're gonna survive you better not cry over every little thing." He growled.

 Blizzard rolled an eye at December, but smiled gently at her before hitting her hand away from her pouchful of treats. It was becoming increasingly lighter much to her dismay, all the treasure in the world couldn't cheer her up unless there was still a pastry shop out there somewhere that accepted all forms of currency. What she would give for that! While she was salivating over the thought, Sleipnir piped up once again, "How about we all play a game? So it doesn't feel so long."

 The little dragon knitted his eyebrows, trying to remember what games they used to play. Clutching the little sock closely to him, having not let go of it at all, he knew that game was out of the question. He didn't want Sleipnir to get upset as well if he revealed where he learned it, "We could play ducky ducky goose or charades or simon says. I don't know who Simon is, but Daddy read about it in a book to us and you're supposed to do whatever he says when he says so. And those who dont get punished."

 Sanare stared down at the little optimistic toddler and sat up straight, bouncing Sleipnir on her lap, "Maybe we all should play a game, to pass the time."