[@Shandria]

Daphelora continued to tame her fiery mane, letting loose strands of hair fall and shape around her face. She nodded as the other talked,[color=f6989d]"Might as well get in on the action."[/color] She turned around to face the Dragonkin, sliding her daggers into their holsters on each hip, their black aura radiating from the blades. 

[color=f6989d]"Wouldn't want to keep mother waiting, would we?"[/color] She blows a quick huff upward, causing one of the loose strands of hair to bounce up only to fall back in place over her face. 

Finally, she makes her way toward Shandria, noticing she seemed rather off and in her own world, as if something were bothering her. Daph's hand finds itself on the other's arm, [color=f6989d]"Something wrong?"[/color]