Not Fated, Never Destined (5)

Tak. Tak. Tak.

The sound that answered Xagrien's questions was the sound of his footsteps. 

Xagrien felt a little irritated as this went on for a while so he gradually slowed his pace down.

The long-haired adult dragon just threw a side-eye, his lips are carved with a faint doting smile.

"You don't have any patience, do you? You remind me of someone," Xerxes broke the silence with his gentle voice.

However, it is marked with seriousness.

"It is important for young dragons like you to have a firm grip on your emotions since you young ones like you are prone to going berserk. I believe you already have experiences of losing your reason when you are hurt or feeling a strong negative emotion so you are not a stranger to that."

Xerxes scanned the face that almost resembled him one hundred percent and there he saw a pang of guilt flashing in the young man's eyes. He continued walking forward with confidence.