[ Dragons like to hoard, after all, if the myths are to be believed.
His gaze settles on Hwylryn, his embarrassment forgotten in pursuit of what he’s deemed a mystery. Curiosity doesn’t manifest as rain or clouds, but maybe it smells or feels something like a spring breeze. G’raha isn’t keeping track. ]
I could hazard a guess or three, but would they dig beneath the surface of feelings that you are willing to put on display?
[ Hwylryn is open and bound to his own whims, but he wonders if the man would deny being closed off, too.
Not like G’raha can say anything about being closed off, though. It’d be hypocritical. ]
no subject
His gaze settles on Hwylryn, his embarrassment forgotten in pursuit of what he’s deemed a mystery. Curiosity doesn’t manifest as rain or clouds, but maybe it smells or feels something like a spring breeze. G’raha isn’t keeping track. ]
I could hazard a guess or three, but would they dig beneath the surface of feelings that you are willing to put on display?
[ Hwylryn is open and bound to his own whims, but he wonders if the man would deny being closed off, too.
Not like G’raha can say anything about being closed off, though. It’d be hypocritical. ]