Sleeping Dragon light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out the sun

The tawny sea-beast splayed his ears invitingly when the Commander tipped her nose, swaying his tail once before letting it rest at his hocks. There had been nothing quiet about his integration with Drageda thus far, but the familiarity of the dark Heda offered a sense of uncomplicated calm that put him at an advantage as far as he was concerned. Everything about his demeanor and general presence conveyed uninhibited openness in return.
 
"We’ll see," he replied somewhat dubiously, recalling how resolute the priest had seemed in the split second after claiming Reek — or Hiram — now followed "the Daystar". He wondered just how unshakable the Grotto leader really was in his beliefs, and subsequently wondered who had managed to brainwash him. It occurred to him that this second party was likely the real threat, and he began to contrive a wily way to securing such interesting information.
 
He raised an eyebrow and twitched his lips into the slightest of reassuring smiles. "Every creature learns eventually, or else it dies," he added with confidence. As a warrior, Toxochelys found it difficult to worry about things he could not control. He would simply be as ready for the next transgression as he would be for others from all sides.

Just then, one ear flicked to falling footsteps, noticing that they were being joined by a very small and patchy female with brilliant green eyes. He quickly sized her up, considered how she might fit into Drageda, then tilted his head at her when she commented on the day. "Oh, is it?" he asked cheekily. Environmental conditions were useful to him in terms of tactics, but little else. Still, there was a glimmer of jest that remained gleaming in his arresting orange eyes as he watched her.