Taiyou shrugged, not minding the silent reply. She leaned back , using her arms to prop her body up. She closed her eyes for a second, enjoying the breeze passing through. She opend them when she heard Flint move. She looked to the gorund and noticed her staff wasn't by her side, but he was rolling it towards himself.
"Flint?" Taiyou asked. Flustared, she rose to her feet and marched right towards the dragon.
"Don't!" she scolded, almost shrilly.
She bent down to pick up the staff before standing to face the dragon, inches from his face. She squared her shoulders, her expression cold as her eyes met his.
"This is my tool kit," she explained. "You do not touch this without my permission."