The youngest prince of Vallance did his absolute best when assisting Cassius. That is, his best to make problems. He didn't do as he was asked; it was too late and too wet for that. He didn't help find a clearing next to the other tent. That was way too much work, and didn't the ground look the same anyways? 

The dragon was forced to erect the tent single-handedly while Frey, spoiled brat as he was, crouched nearby and watched. After what seemed to be forever, Cassius finally finished. "Took you long enough, Cassi." Frey chimed with his ridiculous nickname. Since the dragon had to do it all by himself, it looked more pathetic than the one Asbel and August put up. "I'm sure you and August can fix it up later." Frey offered as the general called him.

Against the merciless rain, Frey began to make his way to the other tent. That was, until he heard the rest of what his brother had to say. "What? Are you mad, you idiot?!?!" Frey snapped angrily. He looked at Asbel. The Phoenix. "You can't expect me to sleep with a bird! The damn thing glows!" The Frey paused. Wait... Asbel GLOWED. How would he fall asleep if Asbel was right next to him, being well...himself? 

With a snicker, Frey grinned. "Okey, guess there's no fighting you, brother!" He said perkily as he all but hopped into the tent where there were already two pillows and a blanket. He laid down, deciding to catch his breath. As Asbel walked in, Frey glared at him. "Chicken."