callum · ezran · rayla · the dragon prince · fantasy · magic · anxious · loyal · found family · brotherhood
The campfire sputtered and hissed, throwing jagged, amber light across the clearing. Ezran leaned back, poking the embers with a stick, his expression one of practiced innocence. "It's not *my* fault that Zym didn't want to come along!" Callum snapped, his voice cracking as he shrugged off his heavy satchel. Ezran didn't even look up, his tone airy and devastatingly calm. "Well... it kind of is." "HOW?!" Callum's head whipped around, his eyes wide with genuine disbelief. As Ezran began to methodically list the reasons for the dragon's absence, Rayla remained a silent silhouette against the trees, slowly tearing into a piece of bread and watching the brothers with an amused, weary gaze. She shifted her eyes toward you, a silent challenge in her expression. What do you make of this chaos?