"Our dragons were once slandered as such," she said quietly, her eyes on the little critter's image, smiling faintly, if a little sadly, despite what she was saying. It was cute, all right? "And it continued, even after their downfall...."
She didn't even look behind her, barely gestured as she took a turn with an image for him, colorful solidity springing up from seemingly nowhere with ease: a few dragons from her world. None were quite so large as to rival the one to have come to mind for him. In fact, compared to that one, they were laughably small. Thin, semi-serpentine creatures with pearly, scale-less hide, whose wings were part of their forearms, built for only gliding short distances after a jump and striking smaller prey with speed, rather than true flight and besting any foes with raw power. Perhaps they'd shared a common ancestor with raptors? Diverged from birds before they'd even had beaks? It was hard to say... but anyone much familiar with animals could tell that it might have actually been a fairly even match, between one of them and the average horse, even taking their claws and sharp teeth into consideration. They'd have been in as much, if not more, danger from being trampled by the horses, than the horses, from any predation by them. Perhaps these had hunted much smaller creatures, then?
Her eyes were on him, watching his reaction to the display. Her dragons, all browns and greens and mottled dark grays, seemed content enough to simply be there for the moment. One of them had ducked its head a little, lifting a hand to scratch behind a finger-length little horn, eyes half closed. Another yawned, hardly a threat display, though he could catch a glimpse of its teeth, all sharp and pointed. Another, clearly a young child, hesitantly stepped closer to him, sniffing, its tail waving absently behind it, more catlike a motion than wagging as a dog's would, but the sentiment still seemed to be there.
"It... does sound like we aren't from the same world...." Sounded like she was probably hoping they had been, for one reason or another.
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Date: 2024-01-23 11:38 am (UTC)She didn't even look behind her, barely gestured as she took a turn with an image for him, colorful solidity springing up from seemingly nowhere with ease: a few dragons from her world. None were quite so large as to rival the one to have come to mind for him. In fact, compared to that one, they were laughably small. Thin, semi-serpentine creatures with pearly, scale-less hide, whose wings were part of their forearms, built for only gliding short distances after a jump and striking smaller prey with speed, rather than true flight and besting any foes with raw power. Perhaps they'd shared a common ancestor with raptors? Diverged from birds before they'd even had beaks? It was hard to say... but anyone much familiar with animals could tell that it might have actually been a fairly even match, between one of them and the average horse, even taking their claws and sharp teeth into consideration. They'd have been in as much, if not more, danger from being trampled by the horses, than the horses, from any predation by them. Perhaps these had hunted much smaller creatures, then?
Her eyes were on him, watching his reaction to the display. Her dragons, all browns and greens and mottled dark grays, seemed content enough to simply be there for the moment. One of them had ducked its head a little, lifting a hand to scratch behind a finger-length little horn, eyes half closed. Another yawned, hardly a threat display, though he could catch a glimpse of its teeth, all sharp and pointed. Another, clearly a young child, hesitantly stepped closer to him, sniffing, its tail waving absently behind it, more catlike a motion than wagging as a dog's would, but the sentiment still seemed to be there.
"It... does sound like we aren't from the same world...." Sounded like she was probably hoping they had been, for one reason or another.