[the dragon is technically still being talked around, but he isn't going to act like that's the case. he croons again when he's spoken about--a low bass rumble that is maybe frightening but not threatening--and he lifts his chin with pride and intent.
the glow of his eyes narrow to lazy slits. he fans his mane of spines. he is reveling in the attention.
and then he shifts his weight forward a little (slowly, so as to hopefully avoid startling the hunters who have not yet lowered their guard), now less hanging right beside Robin and more directly addressing the leader of the group.
he growls his own name in their direction--fully knowing that they won't understand him, but maybe it will prompt Robin to translate and bring them closer to a real conversation.]
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the glow of his eyes narrow to lazy slits. he fans his mane of spines. he is reveling in the attention.
and then he shifts his weight forward a little (slowly, so as to hopefully avoid startling the hunters who have not yet lowered their guard), now less hanging right beside Robin and more directly addressing the leader of the group.
he growls his own name in their direction--fully knowing that they won't understand him, but maybe it will prompt Robin to translate and bring them closer to a real conversation.]