[Planet: Unregistered — Sector Designation Pending]
[Temp: 34°C, Humid]
Noah pushed himself up out of the crater, dirt and shredded bark falling off his shoulders, and looked over at Storm, still rigid, still growling low, ice and lightning both crawling restless along his frame.
"Okay." Noah brushed off his pants, eyes tracking the same treeline Storm had locked onto. "You want to tell me what's got you like this, or are we doing the silent treatment thing again."
Storm didn't answer, obviously, but his wings flared another degree wider, tail lashing once against the churned earth.
Noah studied him a long moment. He'd seen Storm anxious before, restless, even genuinely spooked once or twice, but never like this, this specific coiled, defensive stillness. The last time he'd seen anything close to it was months back, right before the alpha dragon fight, before the General showed up and the whole engagement escalated into something that reshaped a solar system's worth of debris.
