There's no humour in Anduin's voice. For him, this is just a fact. He doesn't believe Wrathion would physically do him harm. The pain, here, would be betrayal. It would be yet another breach of trust after he reaches out, tries to repair the unsteady bridge between them that Wrathion had done his best to burn.
Still. Wrathion has been in the company of black dragons before that were less than friendly. It's a difficult thing to forget, even if he's doing his best to put it aside. His brow furrows a little, thinking.
"Are you unable to change?"
Wrathion doesn't usually favour his true form so highly. He doesn't hide what he is, he's quite open with that when spoken to, but he doesn't draw attention by flying around in the shape too much. That, Anduin supposes, might draw the wrong sort of attention normally -- whereas in his visage he can control who he tells. A little strange, then, that he'd stay in this shape around strangers.
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There's no humour in Anduin's voice. For him, this is just a fact. He doesn't believe Wrathion would physically do him harm. The pain, here, would be betrayal. It would be yet another breach of trust after he reaches out, tries to repair the unsteady bridge between them that Wrathion had done his best to burn.
Still. Wrathion has been in the company of black dragons before that were less than friendly. It's a difficult thing to forget, even if he's doing his best to put it aside. His brow furrows a little, thinking.
"Are you unable to change?"
Wrathion doesn't usually favour his true form so highly. He doesn't hide what he is, he's quite open with that when spoken to, but he doesn't draw attention by flying around in the shape too much. That, Anduin supposes, might draw the wrong sort of attention normally -- whereas in his visage he can control who he tells. A little strange, then, that he'd stay in this shape around strangers.