[ Geralt steps closer to the young draconid. Not near the largest he's ever seen, but he can tell from the shape of her wings that she'll be plenty big in the next few years.
He gives a huff. ] I name all my horses Roach.
[ He's last to talk of creativity. Part of him is curious as to why Claude never altered it from the smaller version of his childhood. Nostalgia? A subconscious desire? Why not recreate the adult Dawn he could ride?
He doesn't ask. Part of him isn't certain Claude can even answer. ]
Show me. [ This is a novelty. He's seen dragon riders once, in his long years. The idea of taking flight on the back of a creature of a hell of a concept. ]
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He gives a huff. ] I name all my horses Roach.
[ He's last to talk of creativity. Part of him is curious as to why Claude never altered it from the smaller version of his childhood. Nostalgia? A subconscious desire? Why not recreate the adult Dawn he could ride?
He doesn't ask. Part of him isn't certain Claude can even answer. ]
Show me. [ This is a novelty. He's seen dragon riders once, in his long years. The idea of taking flight on the back of a creature of a hell of a concept. ]