(Apparently I fell behind, glancing around)
On’nyosh followed the mechanical creature at a distance, eavesdropping as he did. Ghar’Teus, this son of Lucitius, intrigued him.
Ghar’Teus nodded at Ashene’s words then silently watched the interaction between the dragon and the mechanical creature. He then admired the scales of Ashene, smelling the volcanic ash on her.
He hummed softly, then wandered off, quickly growing bored of the conversation. He smelled another nearby and teleported, slamming On’nyosh against a tree.
“You are?”Ghar’teus said with a low growl, his claws glowing red.
“A… neutral,”On’nyosh replied, coughing.
Ghar’Teus narrowed his eyes, bemused by the creature’s choice of words. He loosened his grip, his eyes inquisitive. On’nyosh coughed a moment, then finally found the breath to speak.
“I met your father once, and I’ve known a few drāckonians. I know how you folk act. Believe me, I want nowhere near your ire,”On’nyosh quickly answered.
Ghar’Teus narrowed his eyes again, then sighed releasing On’nyosh.
“How do you know mine father?”
“He once visited my world, and helped me and the group I was with. He then got stomped on by an undead dragon. That was the last I saw of him,”On’nyosh replied.
Ghar’Teus rose an eyebrow.
“I remember the tales he told. I thought he was exaggerating about you. Apparently not,”Ghar’Teus snorted.
He then turned away, walking off without another word. On’nyosh watched him, confused but quiet.