He understands well enough by now that dragons differ, though it's still strange to him to think that there are places where eyes have no particular significance to their breed.
"Through one of his eyes," he says. "The dragons from where I hail... eyes are of particular significance to them. The seat of their power, in a sense. To place their eye in a vessel is much the same as instilling in it half of their soul."
He smiles faintly, thinking about Vrtra, about all the things that made him unique as a dragon. He wonders what he would think of this place.
"But aye, there are. Many kinds. Not all are as complex of mind as you or I... I am particularly familiar with a race of them called moth hunters, who are... very charming, yet uncomplicated in their desires. Like eternal children. Yet, races like the Tamfa are as wise as any man could hope to be."
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"Through one of his eyes," he says. "The dragons from where I hail... eyes are of particular significance to them. The seat of their power, in a sense. To place their eye in a vessel is much the same as instilling in it half of their soul."
He smiles faintly, thinking about Vrtra, about all the things that made him unique as a dragon. He wonders what he would think of this place.
"But aye, there are. Many kinds. Not all are as complex of mind as you or I... I am particularly familiar with a race of them called moth hunters, who are... very charming, yet uncomplicated in their desires. Like eternal children. Yet, races like the Tamfa are as wise as any man could hope to be."