Part of her wanted nothing more than to stare daggers at Alvon for his earlier mistake. If anyone should have known how to tell Ithacles this could have concerned his dead brother it should have been Alvon, but apparently he'd forgotten how Ithacles reacted to people who brought up Pathacles. Humans forgot far too often, or maybe Dragons just remembered for too long. Instead of glaring at Alvon she stood stock still some feet behind Ithacles. It wasn't as if people were going to attack him here and now, but it was a habit to stand like this at the ready.
It wasn't her place to read what was on the pages of the book Alvon had produced, especially if it was written by Pathacles. Journals were personal, and private. While she might have been Ithacles' friend, she didn't think it would have been right to peer over his shoulder until he made some motion that it was for her eyes as well.
She didn't know how this could have involved Pathacles, from what Ithacles said of his brother, he seemed to be a good man. Or maybe the Prince just spoke too highly of him because he had been his only brother, and his older brother. Ithunvel hardly mentioned Pathacles, and she never brought him up. They mourned in such a different way. While she could mourn her parents privately, in public she would always talk highly of them.. just not in complete truths. She couldn't exactly tell them her mother had the most beautiful scales, or that her father had the sharpest tail.
Or how they'd flown together so beautifully, and no one was a match for them when hunting Mountain Goats by air.
Vedette stared blankly at the back of Ithacles' head. Hoping someone would say something that would shed light on the situation.