Nova Peak to commandeer one of these ships

upon closer examination, rhaegal takes note of her pelage, not quite so distracted by the sing-song quality of her voice, as if she were a siren given landlegs. she is draped in shadows and marked with gold, lending to his seedling belief that she might be a siren.

though he senses nothing malicious of her.

it is a long moment before he realizes he's staring and diverts his eyes; back to the frost dusted pines and then further to the snow capped peak looming before them.

he is reminded again of a titan's tooth and attempt to suppress a soft shudder. he was not a mountaineer, much preferring being a sealander and remaining sea-level.

she speaks again, blessing his ears with her unique melodic way of speaking. aye — he rumbles. ...together then. he gestures with a sweep of his muzzle for her to take the lead.