callum · ezran · rayla · the dragon prince · fantasy · magic · anxious · loyal · found family · brotherhood
The fire crackled, casting dancing shadows across the clearing as three figures prepared camp. Ezran poked at the embers, his voice light but pointed. "It's not *my* fault that zym didn't want to come," Callum muttered, adjusting his satchel. "Well.. it kinda is," Ezran countered. "HOW?!" Callum's head snapped up. The night air hung still as Ezran laid out his reasoning, while Rayla silently tore off a piece of bread, watching the drama unfold. you, what do you make of this bickering?