A return to single words and long silences, the General content to let the dragon chatter enough for both of them. Jigano didn't mind as much now that he'd gotten used to how their conversations dipped and rose, and the affirmations were enough to begin planning again, anew, always, the cycle carrying them through the days and seasons.
The waves and incoming tide pushed him faster than he expected now that he wasn't fighting it to try and stay in place as the dragon sent an occasional glance to the far more graceful human floating effortlessly nearby. It wasn't a promise to come, but it was encouragement and he took it as such, humming thoughtfully. I had been thinking a smaller gathering but... you're right. Maybe I can make it something to share with whoever wants to come. I've magic enough to spare to make the supplies if more people show up than I expect. Maybe I can start a new tradition, he added with a rumbling chuckle. That would be something worth being remembered for. Claws caught sand on the push from one wave, and by the next he was half-swimming, half-walking as he lifted his wings free of the saltwater and then folded them neatly across his back again. I'll think on it. Hopefully the next time I see you will be as relaxing as this one was. Happy swimming, Deimos, he offered, courteous as he waded up the shore before shaking himself off. There were notions to write down, plans to lay, people to speak to... but there was a renewed sense of energy, too, as he arched his neck and lashed his tail with determination to return to the cycle in the hopes of saving a few more lives and souls this time around.
The waves and incoming tide pushed him faster than he expected now that he wasn't fighting it to try and stay in place as the dragon sent an occasional glance to the far more graceful human floating effortlessly nearby. It wasn't a promise to come, but it was encouragement and he took it as such, humming thoughtfully. I had been thinking a smaller gathering but... you're right. Maybe I can make it something to share with whoever wants to come. I've magic enough to spare to make the supplies if more people show up than I expect. Maybe I can start a new tradition, he added with a rumbling chuckle. That would be something worth being remembered for. Claws caught sand on the push from one wave, and by the next he was half-swimming, half-walking as he lifted his wings free of the saltwater and then folded them neatly across his back again. I'll think on it. Hopefully the next time I see you will be as relaxing as this one was. Happy swimming, Deimos, he offered, courteous as he waded up the shore before shaking himself off. There were notions to write down, plans to lay, people to speak to... but there was a renewed sense of energy, too, as he arched his neck and lashed his tail with determination to return to the cycle in the hopes of saving a few more lives and souls this time around.
