Dragon Born (February's RP)

"I'll bring one."

"What should I do?" I quietly ask.

"Do you have a tent you could bring?"

"Yes, I think so."

I heard the footsteps getting louder. "Alexander Colton, what is going on in here?" I heard my father's curt, firm voice asked behind me loudly. I turned around. "Oh, didn't you get my text? I invited my friends over to plan the camping trip!"

"That would help a lot." I looked up, "Hi Alex's parents!"

"My brother's coming too, so don't worry about it being innapropriate, sir. He just had some things to work out with his teacher so he couldn't come help us plan," I told Alex's dad. ((I'll post her brother's bio soon, don't worry))

"Hello Mr. And Mrs. Colton."

My parents looked around. "What is that?" My mother asked, pointing to the unfinished pancakes on my plate.

((I'm trying to decide whether or not to make my guy character Reg's brother or some random person...))

((I gotta go. I'll be back later.))

((Or a friend from school))

((Maybe. As my mother always says, "Whatever you want."))

(I don't know though!!))

((That's what I feel like shouting at her every time she tells me that!))

((Hilliry's brother:
Name: Dannial Grambel
Age: 17
Looks: Black windswept hair, silvery blue eyes, lean build, wears band t-shirts and blue jeans with converse all stars, stands at 6'1 1/2
Personality: Playful and over protective, shares his sister's loyalty.
Other: He's adopted and is actually half elf like Alex. Loves archery and playing pranks.

Dragon's name: Milryad
Gender: Male
Personality: On the more strict side of the scale, only Dannial can get him to really loosen up. Loyal like nobodies business.
Powers: Anything to do with shadows.
Looks: Lean and muscular, looks like a slightly larger version of Nyria but with black scales.))
((Just do brother like me!))

((brb))

((Friend from school it is!))

((Dang. He sounds hot. Archery. Hmm... archers are hot.))

((Ikr?!)) "Oh, those are the rest of the puff pancakes I made. You can have some if you'd like," I offered.

((What should I name him?))

((Zyane))

My dad grabbed my plate and ignored my look. He took a bite and nodded in approval. "Carry on," He said before walking away with my plate.

((Hmm maybe...))

I sighed in slight relief. "Well, now we're going camping it seems."