A peek? Whatever could that mean? Wrathion gave Bruno a quizzical look, watching the man fidget. But his brow ridges arch when Bruno reveals his gift.
"That sounds...like a heavy burden to bear. Prophets are...rarely appreciated in their time and for their gifts." It wasn't as if there hadn't been tales of ones on Azeroth, and the greatest of those storied beings had not been paid heed in his time. Or so Wrathion had learned.
"Have you found that to be so?" Wrathion had his suspicions, simply by the way Bruno acted. If he'd had the backing of his gifted family, the dragon doubted that he'd be such a twitchy little person. (Admittedly, he did not have the deepest knowledge of humans as a whole, but the one he did know had possessed his father's love and support, and Anduin seemed well-adjusted to him.)
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"That sounds...like a heavy burden to bear. Prophets are...rarely appreciated in their time and for their gifts." It wasn't as if there hadn't been tales of ones on Azeroth, and the greatest of those storied beings had not been paid heed in his time. Or so Wrathion had learned.
"Have you found that to be so?" Wrathion had his suspicions, simply by the way Bruno acted. If he'd had the backing of his gifted family, the dragon doubted that he'd be such a twitchy little person. (Admittedly, he did not have the deepest knowledge of humans as a whole, but the one he did know had possessed his father's love and support, and Anduin seemed well-adjusted to him.)