[h3][color=red]Rhys[/color][/h3]

He could tell she was excited. [color=red][i]Far too enthusiastic[/i][/color], he thought. What is this mysterious object that would bring his already hyperactive friend to a much higher level of gaiety? Rhys hummed as a reply, then went back to observing the small gestures En made and her little subconscious movements--the only thing he deemed amusing. The gleam in her eyes, the flick of her ears, the small skips in her steps, the twitching of her tail... Her friendly and cheerful approach to everything seemed to set him at ease, somehow.

He was roughly assuming the distance from their clan's territory to where they were as they moved along, and it relieved him when En finally stopped and announced their arrival--and also because he could finally rest his muscles, yes? The male dragon saw no difference of this part of the forest from the others though, save for something he sensed that was coming from a certain area of the plantations. [color=red][i]Oh, not a bad cover.[/i][/color] 

Almost immediately after, a low glow from the Whiptail's stripes caught his eye. Subconsciously, a small smile crept across the dragon's face for he would be seeing a display of his friend's telekinetic abilities. He found the blue glow rather fascinating too against his friend's brown scales. The Royal Crimson noticed her high excitement levels, marked by her wide grin and swishing tail, as En uncovered the disguise on what seems to be a scroll and curled her tail tightly around it.

As she turned to him, once again bouncing on her paws and chirping from the sheer amount of exhilaration she possessed--which had him both annoyed and amused, somehow-- he plastered on the former apathetic face he showed, letting the small smile--that he never knew he had on--drop. "[color=red]...En, is that a spell scroll? No, that is unsafe, do not open it.[/color]" Rhys grunted. Considering this is Energy that was concerned, that scroll must contain something fairly...interesting to her, to get her as extremely hyped as that. "[color=red]What were you thinking, going through your parents' things?[/color]" He sighed, tilting his head a little to the right. Although he knew saying anything of the sort would still not get the concept of 'privacy' drilled into his dear stubborn friend's head, he still spoke of it anyway. Well, what was he to do?

Oh, the trouble he would get into.