In spite of the only mild pain of the damaged wings, now only in need of a few tendays healing, or less with the aid of magic, finds a bit of pleased amusement in the wary glances of the four guardsmen. Purring her delight, the last to pass her by and follow with Veraka's lead gets a gentle headbutt on the hip, followed with, "Caution may keep you alive, but do not forget to be bold. a guard should be made of sterner stuff, than to have his nerve shaken by an injured dragon, not yet even into adulthood."
Neriah quirks a brow at the deep dragon with mild bemusement; "Pardon my saying, Lady blackscale, but I'm bearing this paladin's," she taps Veraka on the shoulder with a slender, elven finger, "twin children for over a year now, and I didn't catch him complaining when I said I was going to come along on his adventures, wherever he went."
Something akin to a grin, or perhaps a smirk works across Pheurazath's muzzle, even as the indicated paladin puts his own two cents in, she croons to Neriah, "Is that all? 'tis a wonder you bipeds expand so rapidly producing such small broods. Even at my present age, I could expect a clutch of at least three or four."
Veraka then turned to Pheurazath, and then, as blunt as a dwarven hammer, said; "So, Kalkyril, it would be be prudent to say that you have considered my former apprentice as a suitable mate?"
This did catch her a little by surprise, certain she hadn't let on in any way that one identity was connected to the other. In only a brief hesitation with cocked head does it occur to her, it's a ploy to make her admit to his suspicions without voicing them. Springing right off from that cocked head and confused expression, answers, "Perhaps one of those falling rocks hit your head harder than I thought. Tell me, you strange little man, what ever gives you this notion that I am this 'Kalkyril' person, or that I have designs to breed with your student?"
She won't give him the pleasure of exposing her secrets that easily, especially not in the company of these guards, whom in coming days, months, and years, if her plans are to remain on track MUST believe that Kalkyril is exactly who she appears, and claims to be. The only alternative would be to find way to stuff them somewhere where they'll be too preoccupied to speak of it, or find some leverage to make them hold their tongues. Veraka will have to build his case quite well if he wishes to expose her secret identity publicly.
"ohh please Lothir; hunting Hook Horrors and other natural predatory creatures of the Underdark? Can't you drow males think of anything more fervent than that? My love here has taken me with him to fight my ancestors before....
Somewhere in the middle of this, Pheurazath just shakes her head a little, and glances aside to Aurora, "Glad someone around here understands the difference between proof of ability to hunt for food, rather than proof of ability to hunt for trophies, which while glorious and all, do little to provide nourishment for hatchlings, yet too young to hunt on their own."
Not very likely that Pheurazath could understand any manner of reply from the wolf, beyond perhaps an expression of understanding. Hook Horrors, and demons are great prey for glory-seekers, not so great for filling hungry bellies.
Now, as for Charir, it's not that he's been terribly quiet this whole time, just determined that if he can't snap his Mistress out of wanting this Drow for a mate, then it's in his best interests to make any efforts he can to ensure she gets what she desires. Off he has flown, back over the gates, and out into the tunnels, following the route they had just come by, and this way, it is not long before he comes upon Zhay, and comes to perch on the large Drow's shoulder, as if it were his rightful place, uttering a little annoyed growl, whilst using his racial telepathy toward Zhay, <<Why are you standing about gawking at the path before you?! The city is near, and lingering out here risks drawing attention of things that will only be in hiding for so long after that cave-in! Had I any say in it, your life is now property of my Mistress, getting injured and bleeding all over for sake of your life, like she did. Now, let us hurry along before you cause her anymore distress!>>
From the tone of his 'voice', as it were, Charir is a bit jealous, as well as caring a great deal about the sorceress he serves.