"I won't break it, will I?" Wrathion hasn't plumbed his shard much, despite the curiosity he shared with Claude about it, because he'd been warned it was delicate. He didn't think breaking this stone would be a good idea.
Still, there is no real reason he can't trust the dragoon, at the moment, so he takes the stone gently, sitting on his haunches and holding it between his foreclaws, as if he actually had hands in this shape.
"I will be happier when I can take my Visage again, however," Wrathion mutters to himself.
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"I won't break it, will I?" Wrathion hasn't plumbed his shard much, despite the curiosity he shared with Claude about it, because he'd been warned it was delicate. He didn't think breaking this stone would be a good idea.
Still, there is no real reason he can't trust the dragoon, at the moment, so he takes the stone gently, sitting on his haunches and holding it between his foreclaws, as if he actually had hands in this shape.
"I will be happier when I can take my Visage again, however," Wrathion mutters to himself.