Vesenthicar seemed more than happy to let the two males converse, her large leathery ear tilted towards them while she continued her visual surveillance over the surrounding area, paying attention mostly to be sure Mojavico acted with proper decorum and didn't do anything embarassing. In spite of a nearly universal attempt of Pyresian dragons to cooperate with each other, virile adult males still had a tendency to posture and challenge each other, and the copper was no exception.

But Mojavico kept his instincts in check and lowered his wings, turning at an angle to assume a conversational posture at a respectable distance from the shiny white drake. His head tilted, the two large horns gleaming with a greenish tinge as the tentacles on his chin waggled with confusion. [color=f7976a]"The pleasure is mine, assuredly. But...you must have traveled very far indeed if you are yet unsure of the existence of Pyresia." [/color]Mojavico had met only a few wild dragons, mostly those who terrorized the borders of the Ash Peak and ended up getting themselves mobbed by an entire Cleave of vicious Harroks. [color=f7976a]"Are you from some distant land?"[/color]

[color=f7976a]"It certainly does."[/color] Mojavico gave a rueful chuckle. [color=f7976a]"And if you elect to visit you'll find that your sentiment is not exactly unique. But resorting to cooperating with each other in the interest of survival is hardly the worst thing dragons could have stooped to after the Death of Magic. I can't tell if you're old enough to remember, but some of the eldest wyrms claim there were mere dozens of us left. Now we are thousands. Dwarves built a city for us, other fleshlings bring as food and gold. And in return we do what we would be doing anyways. Flying, hunting, fighting, breeding..."[/color] he gave Genrit a wink, [color=f7976a]"...we're just a bit more selective about our enemies."[/color] Mojavico shrugged his wings. He'd been born in Pyresia so it seemed normal to him. [color=f7976a]"Perhaps now that magic has returned more dragons will depart and carve up the wilds into territories to squabble over like so many angry crows, but I hope not. If you like nothing else about it, the volcano is truly beautiful, and flying along the coast is as easy as dreaming."[/color]

Unlike Vesenthicar, Mojavico was a bit of a romantic.

[color=f7976a]"And we have Healers, so that you don't have to live lamed the rest of your life."
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