[Tonic's look of surprise registers after a moment, and the dragon checks himself. returning to his own body, he realizes how open his own expression is, and how he must be showing more of the strange pang running through him than he'd meant to. a little abashedly, he glances away and puts on a smile again.
while he steps toward the table in the center of the room and the seat he's supposed to be occupying, he assembles his thoughts.
he can't tell him that this is a dragon's hoard--collected with more elevated, ravenous care than the mortals around could even hope to fathom. he can't tell him that there is a whole world beyond this one (many of them, apparently) in which he would have fit much better. he can't tell the other man that he would be a powerful, flourishing being if he had been born somewhere else. he can't describe for him all the aging troves of knowledge that he has seen moldering to dust from neglect, simply because the keepers didn't have the sort of respect for it that comes from previously having nothing.
he can't explain his frustration over all of the things that he has seen and had and been, and the ways this room makes him think about all of it, so he chooses his words carefully as he takes a seat at the table.]
...Because, I used to have this. I think you would have liked to see it.
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while he steps toward the table in the center of the room and the seat he's supposed to be occupying, he assembles his thoughts.
he can't tell him that this is a dragon's hoard--collected with more elevated, ravenous care than the mortals around could even hope to fathom. he can't tell him that there is a whole world beyond this one (many of them, apparently) in which he would have fit much better. he can't tell the other man that he would be a powerful, flourishing being if he had been born somewhere else. he can't describe for him all the aging troves of knowledge that he has seen moldering to dust from neglect, simply because the keepers didn't have the sort of respect for it that comes from previously having nothing.
he can't explain his frustration over all of the things that he has seen and had and been, and the ways this room makes him think about all of it, so he chooses his words carefully as he takes a seat at the table.]
...Because, I used to have this. I think you would have liked to see it.