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[indent][indent][hr][center][color=goldenrod]• [b][i] Ifrise Forest[/i][/b], [b][i]Sovereignty of Dryadalis[/i][/b] •[/color]
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Zestasia wasn’t remaining quiet because he didn’t want to speak but everything that may have come to his sometimes smallish brain had either already been said or might’ve incited even further anger upon him. The last time he spoke his mind, he received those judgemental glances from multiple members of the group that wondered if he was capable of contributing more than just buffoonery. While that wasn’t the point, part of Zes’ instincts told him to speak his piece. At least then some of the group would know where he was coming from.

Then again, did he want to risk it?

Truly, the boy was in a dilemma.

As the group went over the plan, Zestasia just nodded. He was keeping true to his internal promise to himself not to say anything stupid or that would otherwise earn him more judgment. However, when Pag had rubbed him on his head, Zes playfully shoved him to the side. "Stop it, Pag!" He laughed as he tried to refocus on the group.

 When Clara, the de facto mother of the group (only because she seemed far more...experienced than the rest) had looked at him with what he could only assume was a compliment, he smiled back at her. [color=daa520]“Oh yeah! Just leave it to me guys! If you get a booboo, I’ll save the day!”[/color] He proclaimed and pounded chest. He felt like a badass but he knew, somewhere among the faces of the group, was a snide comment waiting to be said.[/indent][/indent][/color]