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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ambrus" data-source="post: 3039760" data-attributes="member: 17691">The wide smile fades from Vor's snout as he comes to realize the extent of his new companions' distress. Unlike them he had chosen to come to the planes to escape the dragon rage. He certainly missed his old friends and wondered if he'd ever see them again, but every day that had passed in Sigil without madness tearing at his mind was a joy for the little dragon. Although Vor sometimes tried to deny his kobold heritage, the truth was that he and his kin had a fundamental need to live and work together in a close-knit tribe to be happy. Being lost in an unfamiliar environment while surrounded by beings dissimilar from himself didn't bother the little dragon; he'd been traveling the backroads of the Faerunian heartlands with an unlikely band of companions for almost his entire life. No, Vor's fear was that he'd find himself alone and without friends he could depend on. He needed to belong.It's with growing sense of worry that Vor watches the others retreat away from each other. For a few moments he's at a loss for words as panic begins to grip his heart; this could be the beginning of the end for he and his companions' association. Vor visibly perks up as Mir speaks her words of reassurance and offers her hand in friendship. The little dragon nearly tumbles out of his hammock in his eagerness to offer the half-elven woman his claw in return. When the usually succinct dwarf offers his own heartfelt words and subsequently falls onto the floor Vor begins rocking his hammock with the force of his gleeful tail wagging.Vor's happiness momentarily turns to surprise and fleeting panic when the brawny orcish woman suddenly stands and scoops him and the others into a bone-crushing group hug. The little dragon lets out a surprised yelp and scrambles to remain on the outer edge of the huddle lest these over-eager giant-kin inadvertently crush his delicate wings or tail. Once safe however, Vor happily joins the hug by spreading his wings to enfold as many people as possible. "Thank you Drota. I've never had a mother before." The joy and relief in the little dragon's voice is clearly evident.</blockquote>

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