Theoretically, given how long Ancient Dragons live, they shouldn't be too concerned about things like being called old. But reality had other plans.
"Who are you calling old?!"
Furin, a Mage who had apparently learned Jujutsu from somewhere, executed a flying armbar. She tackled Zog to the ground, planting one thigh on his chest, pressing the other against his neck, and locking his Dragon Claws with her hands.
"But you are old!"
He might be pinned down, but he was still stubborn. Zog shot back without a hint of hesitation.
"I'm only a few months older than you!"
"I'm an old dragon to begin with!"
Elsa stared, dumbfounded, as two Ancient Dragons old enough to have lived in a previous epoch brawled like she and her brother used to when they fought over toys at age six. Of course, she hadn't known how to do a flying armbar when she was six.
Perhaps Furin realized she was acting unbecomingly, because Elsa was suddenly dragged into an illusion.
