[ The name of a dragon. Had it been as blue as the sword? Had it been a man, or woman? Had a family? Most of his closest friends among the monsters of this city were dragons. He could no longer imagine them as anything but people. He made a thoughtful noise.
And watched Aymeric with a growing smile, as they walked. Risked flitting one hand down from the sword to dig out the communicator again, because there was no way he was gonna pass up a picture (even one sepia-toned and blurry) of Aymeric looking like that, radiantly describing home, arms full of armor. ]
You love it. That makes it better than poetry, you ask me. It sounds... beautiful.
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[ The name of a dragon. Had it been as blue as the sword? Had it been a man, or woman? Had a family? Most of his closest friends among the monsters of this city were dragons. He could no longer imagine them as anything but people. He made a thoughtful noise.
And watched Aymeric with a growing smile, as they walked. Risked flitting one hand down from the sword to dig out the communicator again, because there was no way he was gonna pass up a picture (even one sepia-toned and blurry) of Aymeric looking like that, radiantly describing home, arms full of armor. ]
You love it. That makes it better than poetry, you ask me. It sounds... beautiful.
But what happened? To make it... always winter?