"Oh, yes!" Finir nearly exclaimed, letting go of Cecily. "I do remember sighting Boris a few times on trading ventures." The azure dragon put a claw to his chin, then gave a concerned look.
"However, for some reason I felt that he would be angry with me about something. So, I avoided him, until now, really..." Little did the azure dragon know that his elder was there at the battle with Fortunata as well. He surely did not see him there, but Boris saw Finir.
The adult Dragonkin wondered how the lavish dragon would think of him now. Towering? In his prime? Still maturing?
"...Let's go talk to Boris, see how he's holding up." The chains that held fast his armor rattled when he turned to walk up the stairs.
"What is he doing now? Do you know?"
Pinkie Pool's archnemesis: Oatmeal.