[ Wrathion watches Wangji scramble for his dropped belongings with detached curiosity.
This is, after all, a much less polished version of a man who was usually so... aloof. Together. Primly turned out, dignified.
A sailor mutters something as they nearly slip on the pearls, and the dragon watches one slowly roll closer to him and the corner of the deck that he's sat in propped up against a crate. He picks it up, examines the pearl curiously. In his lap, a notebook is open with sketches -- the ship, a few of the sailors, their partner ship, the 'island' they stopped at. A small pouch is laid in the middle of it, half obscuring some of the drawings, with a small number of blue stones tipped out to examine. ]
Not a bad specimen. If we ever find our way to a place with a decent market you could probably sell those.
iii. the deck
This is, after all, a much less polished version of a man who was usually so... aloof. Together. Primly turned out, dignified.
A sailor mutters something as they nearly slip on the pearls, and the dragon watches one slowly roll closer to him and the corner of the deck that he's sat in propped up against a crate. He picks it up, examines the pearl curiously. In his lap, a notebook is open with sketches -- the ship, a few of the sailors, their partner ship, the 'island' they stopped at. A small pouch is laid in the middle of it, half obscuring some of the drawings, with a small number of blue stones tipped out to examine. ]
Not a bad specimen. If we ever find our way to a place with a decent market you could probably sell those.
[ He offers it back, cradled in an open palm. ]