Back in Tron, Valerian remained completely unaware of his family's resolve and how far they were willing to go to bring him back to the clan.
The little guy strutted across the deck of the flying vessel, his small paws tapping against the enchanted wooden planks as he moved with confidence.
Yet his eyes never left Blackfire Balthazar.
The young dragon kept a constant, hateful glare fixed on the despicable man, his tail flicking irritably behind him whenever their gazes briefly crossed.
Though he said nothing, it was clear to everyone on the deck that Valerian was keeping a very close watch on the man.
He couldn't understand what was going on in his brother's mind.
Considering what both of them had gone through following the Battle of Ravenfell, and how much Balthazar had played a hand in their misery, he was unable to comprehend why Adam had even allowed the man to fly with them.
Has brother finally gotten senile? The little guy thought in mild irritation.
