“The delta archipelago, not that it matters to you, no dragons except the rune wings even knows it existed let alone access it” she stood up more straight.
"I'm blind." He tilts his head slightly. "But I can still.....see, I guess. You look...different then the other dragons I've seen. The trident on your tail for one thing, and I've never seen that kind of magical energy before."
She looked at her tail “I don’t think that’s anything special, I know for a fact my shingle/feather like scales are unique to my species but I never paid much attention to my tail, something go do with practicality and representing the three classes of magic. My magic is rune magic. Probably the most ancient magic”
A small red light flares in his talon, which he does his best to hide. "I'm....a Animus. I have magic, but if I use it, it slowly kills me, if I don't, it tries to corrupt my mind, and destroy my soul."
“Ooooooooh an åñïmūš we call them łæśįęr. Pardon the pronunciation weirdness, it’s oldspeak, my tribe hasn’t had much contact in the past 4 thousand years or so. What about a soul protected object?”
He rubs his talons together, deep in thought. "I've...tried. It's hard trying to make one from scratch, on a island, in the middle of the ocean." His eyes glow softly.