Bothering ensued.

In this instance, it came in the form of a bellow of pain, followed by a draconic figure that shot up from the side of the Jedi Temple, wings outstretched, then rotated oddly to thud down in a less-than-graceful landing. "Damn it!" the dragon said (sounding quite suspiciously like a certain wizard who Signum had once found creating a beer river), as he turned his head to look at a nasty-looking scrape on one wingtip.