[They're just. Really happy people. The other flights wish they could be half as happy as these guys!!
He listens impassively to Surion rattling off the list of strikes against the Black flight, dismay growing with every word. He's not used to having such a bad reputation -- and moreover, one normally has to do something to earn that reputation. Apparently these dragons have already gone ahead and done all that for him. Nothing can ever be easy, can it?
The sound he makes is half incredulous laughter, half derisive snort.] That's putting it lightly. Fortunately it sounds as if you're used to cleaning up other people's messes, eh?
[Poor Surion, subordinate to such a dangerous, domineering king. At least an Eliatrope king would bleed. Qilby's half-certain that Deathwing would only bleed lava-- assuming you could get a blade through that scaly hide in the first place. Not that it matters, he supposes. No one thinks of killing a king... Not until they get to be a problem, anyway.
Just so that last remark doesn't sound so much like an obvious jibe, he's quick to add:] --That would make two of us. Although I can't honestly say I've been in a situation quite as... Politically fraught as this one. Any tips for a Dragonsworn?
[His abilities are still only a shadow of what they were on his world, and that's before taking into account he's lost the Eliacube. He still has his words, but they'll only get him so far when four packs of angry dragons and an army of demons are set to descend upon them all. Surely there must be something else he can use...]
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He listens impassively to Surion rattling off the list of strikes against the Black flight, dismay growing with every word. He's not used to having such a bad reputation -- and moreover, one normally has to do something to earn that reputation. Apparently these dragons have already gone ahead and done all that for him. Nothing can ever be easy, can it?
The sound he makes is half incredulous laughter, half derisive snort.] That's putting it lightly. Fortunately it sounds as if you're used to cleaning up other people's messes, eh?
[Poor Surion, subordinate to such a dangerous, domineering king. At least an Eliatrope king would bleed. Qilby's half-certain that Deathwing would only bleed lava-- assuming you could get a blade through that scaly hide in the first place. Not that it matters, he supposes. No one thinks of killing a king... Not until they get to be a problem, anyway.
Just so that last remark doesn't sound so much like an obvious jibe, he's quick to add:] --That would make two of us. Although I can't honestly say I've been in a situation quite as... Politically fraught as this one. Any tips for a Dragonsworn?
[His abilities are still only a shadow of what they were on his world, and that's before taking into account he's lost the Eliacube. He still has his words, but they'll only get him so far when four packs of angry dragons and an army of demons are set to descend upon them all. Surely there must be something else he can use...]