[ooc: he doesn’t actually go here, but the opportunity for dragon shenanigans was too good to pass up. Hope that’s ok]
[Beautiful and calming the scenery is, certainly, but his enjoyment of it is tempered somewhat by concern about how this vessel is going to fare underwater. He knows how to swim in his natural body, of course, but controlling the simulacrum is a little different. Especially this one, since it’s so small.
He is also distracted by Wrathion’s presence, though he does his best to be discreet about it. Though it is clear that they are not close kin - he does not know all of his siblings’ progeny, too numerous are they to count, but he would recognize them instinctively regardless - surely they are kin nonetheless. The prospect of meeting a different type of his kind is both exciting and trepidatious. Dragons are a complex people, and there’s no telling how their cultures differ from one another. Still, how can he let the chance pass him by?
So Varshahn approaches Wrathion, curious but maintaining a respectful distance. Either Wrathion will sense his true nature (there are magicks on him to conceal it, but he would not be surprised if a fellow dragon could see past them), or will (hopefully) see him as just a friendly child who wants to talk to the great creature in front of him.]
Ah, they seem to like you. [Looking at the various crabs around Wrathion.]
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[Beautiful and calming the scenery is, certainly, but his enjoyment of it is tempered somewhat by concern about how this vessel is going to fare underwater. He knows how to swim in his natural body, of course, but controlling the simulacrum is a little different. Especially this one, since it’s so small.
He is also distracted by Wrathion’s presence, though he does his best to be discreet about it. Though it is clear that they are not close kin - he does not know all of his siblings’ progeny, too numerous are they to count, but he would recognize them instinctively regardless - surely they are kin nonetheless. The prospect of meeting a different type of his kind is both exciting and trepidatious. Dragons are a complex people, and there’s no telling how their cultures differ from one another. Still, how can he let the chance pass him by?
So Varshahn approaches Wrathion, curious but maintaining a respectful distance. Either Wrathion will sense his true nature (there are magicks on him to conceal it, but he would not be surprised if a fellow dragon could see past them), or will (hopefully) see him as just a friendly child who wants to talk to the great creature in front of him.]
Ah, they seem to like you. [Looking at the various crabs around Wrathion.]