VSENTIS / A NEEDLE HIDDEN IN DANDELION ROOTS.
@ledous ♡’d for a starter.
❝ HMM.. What are you? ❞ ardaka could never tell if someone was going to take offense to that question or not, but even so, it was rare to see an alien that he couldn’t immediately identify. ❝ Your smell is… Unique. For lack of a better word. ❞
WHAT ARE YOU, DRAGON SON ? what are you, who are you, where do you come from ? the bleeding mountains are where the scourge of the lost lives; nelhras, of the darkened skies, wing - span blotting out the sun, whose teeth were sharper than molten iron, translated to his coming son.
yalean has heard the question before. he doesn’t take much offense to it, not like he used to, back when he’d raise hackles and spit vitriol. these days he understands the curiousity. he sees it coming, knows it will come, and thus doesn’t allow surprise to be felt in his heart at all.
“ i’ve been told so before, ” bow of head to guise humorous lilt of lip, to hide curved teeth and forked tongue, “ and i don’t doubt i will be told so again. ”
the other alien isn’t the sole one to take a chance to scout out features. though yalean’s sense of smell is hardly one to be bragged about, relying more on hearing than even sight, even he can tell that there is something otherworldly at play. a star child, perhaps ? a gift, an omen ... ?
“ it’s not a pleasant one, i can imagine, but i can thank my father for that — which leads to a question; would you prefer the genus or the common name ? ”
a poor joke, a poke at his own humanity — the status as half of a whole.
