Thunder Dome I simply wander around you

With the eloquence of Asterr's description and the romance of Noctura's imagination, a dragon of sorts sprang fully-formed into his mind's eye. The idea of a giant lizard seemed almost comical, so it warped instead into something far crueller in appearance, magnificent and sly, but at the same time wise in the manner of some ancient soul. A dragon... Zennyo Ryūō. He knew at once that he was not tangible, but that didn't mean he wasn't here as part of some otherworldly magic that inhabited the forest and the forest alone.

The tall shadow cast his gaze out over those beautiful trees dappled with light from above. Zennyo Ryūō. He tested the name. In Noctura's dignified English accent, his voice so cavernously deep, it sounded very much like the name of a dragon king. But more so in Asterr's voice, he felt, which was full of knowledge and subtlety. I would ask if there's a way for me to speak to him, but... he turned his gaze down to Asterr once more. I feel that you're special. The only one with ears to hear him.