Edge's head moved so slightly it couldn't be called a tilt. His eyes became pointed at the ends and shiny in the centers. His image blurred in the mirror for a brief moment, but the boy quickly came back into focus. His face was clear again- his tousled night-colored hair stuck up naturally, his skin was unmarked, and he had full pink lips and a small, regal nose. His cheeks, too, were high and defined, and his ears were free-lobed and stuck out a bit. 

He wore what he usually did when they were hiding out in the shelter- a shirt with an eclipse print, arctic camp cargo shorts, and because he hated his feet being cold, red checkered crew socks. When he spoke, his voice was as Path remembered. "Relin..." He murmured softly, pouting a bit, before he broke out into a happy grin. 

"Ooooh! I know! Tell me more about dragons! I'm a scientist, you know," Edge continued, pressing his hands against the glass and staring studiously at the dragon's every move- every flex of a muscle was an intense scientific discovery. "Like, mmm... tell me about mating..." He continued with a smile, though he coyly refused to look at the dragon any more, instead staring at the tiled floor. He gracefully sat down on his knees and reached a hand under his shirt to scratch at his ribs, moving the fabric up and exposing some of his midriff. 

"I... uh... I wish I was there, love. I wish I was in your arms... you know how warm your arms are?" 
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The pink-haired dragon struggled in his restraints. They had even strapped down his tail, and it was so stretched out it hurt. Lucian ground his teeth angrily as he heard some of the others making soft murmurs. "Ngh!" He moaned gently, lungs and body aching and sore. Even though he was bruised ans battered, the dragon smiled with his eyes. 

He was an aura dragon, and no matter what anyone thought, he didn't get into the Yggdrasil Guard for no reason. His breath quickened as he spread out his aura like an umbrella, getting a spiritual picture of the room without having to move his head. He couldn't. His forehead was strapped to the table, and judging by the heavy breathing next to him, the others were here as well. 

He found there was one dragon who had not been restrained, and this piqued his interest. Lucian closed his eyes with a moan and left his mouth hanging open. He took laborious breaths, faking extreme fatigue and exhaustion. Meanwhile, his aura reached out and twisted around Anemoli's, hopefully agitating the wind dragon.