[ Wrathion turns to Wangji, offers a thoughtful tilt of his head. ]
We communicate... differently, but I believe so.
[ After all, he has never heard one of these dragons speak openly the way Wrathion does. Assured, he moves closer -- slow enough that any approach can be stopped if challenged.
-- And stop he does. One the smaller dragons uncurls and approaches him, curious. He glances between it and Aiva, hesitating, but gives it a low rumble of greeting anyway as it... sniffs him.
His body language says he is not quite used to being... sniffed, and he glances back at Wangji.
Wangji, this is your problem too. Wangji, don't leave him to be sniffed by dragons here. ]
We are here to greet Aiva.
[ Said plainly, in the hope either it will stop the sniffing or that Aiva will stir and intervene.
Instead, he feels the sensation of the smaller dragon... headbutting his side. Or, perhaps... rubbing its face against him?
This is... unusual. At least it doesn't appear to be a threat. ]
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We communicate... differently, but I believe so.
[ After all, he has never heard one of these dragons speak openly the way Wrathion does. Assured, he moves closer -- slow enough that any approach can be stopped if challenged.
-- And stop he does. One the smaller dragons uncurls and approaches him, curious. He glances between it and Aiva, hesitating, but gives it a low rumble of greeting anyway as it... sniffs him.
His body language says he is not quite used to being... sniffed, and he glances back at Wangji.
Wangji, this is your problem too. Wangji, don't leave him to be sniffed by dragons here. ]
We are here to greet Aiva.
[ Said plainly, in the hope either it will stop the sniffing or that Aiva will stir and intervene.
Instead, he feels the sensation of the smaller dragon... headbutting his side. Or, perhaps... rubbing its face against him?
This is... unusual. At least it doesn't appear to be a threat. ]