[He would not have heard of such creatures. Or he should not have- were it not for the wealth of reading material that had been provided for him where he resided. So he has an inkling of the manner of being of which Claude speaks...
...Which is enough to turn his demeanour somewhat playful.]
Truth be told, if I could transform into anything quite so fantastical, I am quite certain the result would make for quite the poor showing. I fear you'd be like to die of laughter more than aught else. Were you to survive the experience, I would think you would not imagine them with the same dread ever again.
[They are barely even halfway through an initial conversation, yet already, Hythlodaeus feels that he quite likes this man. To his eye, he appears quite calm, good-natured... and quick to smile. So. It is decided. He will take that permission so freely offered, and he will reform himself to a form far more appropriate.
It is a simple thing, now that Claude's Horizon permits it. There is hardly even any event- instead, instantaneously, his original form appears. It is that of a tall man, granted. Not even half as towering as the one which had stood in the same spot moments ago. On the extreme end of height plausible for a human, yes. With limbs somewhat elongated to boot, most certainly provoking a willowy appearance. And then there is his face. Subtle reminders of the fact that he is not commonly defined as human are there. His cheekbones are angled impossibly high, for instance. His neck, his fingers, are so very long compared to most. His eyes, implausibly, give off their own light.
Yet for all of those things, there is just as much that is human. Two eyes. A nose. A mouth. Rounded ears, and pale lilac hair- formed into a braid so very alike any other. And a somewhat impish smile to boot. That, more than likely, is the largest indicator.
He takes a seat. And he cannot help but look around after he does... His eyebrows furrowing ever so. He does not voice it- it seems more rude than anything to say anything of the sort...
But he could have swore something just played across the corner of his vision. Something quite terrible. Yet. Another glance proves him wrong. So, he turns his gaze back to Claude.]
If I may ask, dragons are considered somewhat problematic upon your world?
[A fine start, indeed. And an excellent way to forget what must have been a simple trick of the light.]
I must confess, I've never seen one with my own eyes. Yet even with that considered, the viability of something that by extension should very well incinerate its own teeth by breathing fire is...
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[He would not have heard of such creatures. Or he should not have- were it not for the wealth of reading material that had been provided for him where he resided. So he has an inkling of the manner of being of which Claude speaks...
...Which is enough to turn his demeanour somewhat playful.]
Truth be told, if I could transform into anything quite so fantastical, I am quite certain the result would make for quite the poor showing. I fear you'd be like to die of laughter more than aught else. Were you to survive the experience, I would think you would not imagine them with the same dread ever again.
[They are barely even halfway through an initial conversation, yet already, Hythlodaeus feels that he quite likes this man. To his eye, he appears quite calm, good-natured... and quick to smile. So. It is decided. He will take that permission so freely offered, and he will reform himself to a form far more appropriate.
It is a simple thing, now that Claude's Horizon permits it. There is hardly even any event- instead, instantaneously, his original form appears. It is that of a tall man, granted. Not even half as towering as the one which had stood in the same spot moments ago. On the extreme end of height plausible for a human, yes. With limbs somewhat elongated to boot, most certainly provoking a willowy appearance. And then there is his face. Subtle reminders of the fact that he is not commonly defined as human are there. His cheekbones are angled impossibly high, for instance. His neck, his fingers, are so very long compared to most. His eyes, implausibly, give off their own light.
Yet for all of those things, there is just as much that is human. Two eyes. A nose. A mouth. Rounded ears, and pale lilac hair- formed into a braid so very alike any other. And a somewhat impish smile to boot. That, more than likely, is the largest indicator.
He takes a seat.
And he cannot help but look around after he does... His eyebrows furrowing ever so. He does not voice it- it seems more rude than anything to say anything of the sort...
But he could have swore something just played across the corner of his vision. Something quite terrible. Yet. Another glance proves him wrong. So, he turns his gaze back to Claude.]
If I may ask, dragons are considered somewhat problematic upon your world?
[A fine start, indeed. And an excellent way to forget what must have been a simple trick of the light.]
I must confess, I've never seen one with my own eyes. Yet even with that considered, the viability of something that by extension should very well incinerate its own teeth by breathing fire is...
[A wry smile. For he only wishes to play.]
...Somewhat difficult to fathom.