This fellow certainly does live in his own little reality, doesn't he?
"Well, the cloud serpents--they're actually not dragons--aren't intelligent, so they wouldn't be mad at your..." Pause. Breathe. Calm. "artistic license."
But Wrathion backs up a little, to shake his head and not accidentally harm Kotetsu with his impressive set of horns.
"I don't think the other Dragonflights would be so generous, but we won't mention that. Where are you even from, anyway?" He hadn't said. Not that Wrathion had specified where he was from, either. Still, both of them were stuck in this odd dream realm for the moment.
He'd definitely have to speak to--Merithra. It was likely her, now. About this. Assuming she'd even give him the time of day. He hadn't had much: to wit, any interaction with the greens at all.
That he knew of, at least. Wrathion didn't sleep often. And until now, he didn't recall any dreams, either.
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"Well, the cloud serpents--they're actually not dragons--aren't intelligent, so they wouldn't be mad at your..." Pause. Breathe. Calm. "artistic license."
But Wrathion backs up a little, to shake his head and not accidentally harm Kotetsu with his impressive set of horns.
"I don't think the other Dragonflights would be so generous, but we won't mention that. Where are you even from, anyway?" He hadn't said. Not that Wrathion had specified where he was from, either. Still, both of them were stuck in this odd dream realm for the moment.
He'd definitely have to speak to--Merithra. It was likely her, now. About this. Assuming she'd even give him the time of day. He hadn't had much: to wit, any interaction with the greens at all.
That he knew of, at least. Wrathion didn't sleep often. And until now, he didn't recall any dreams, either.