Sleeping Dragon Paused parade

When he caught the movements she made as she began to advance towards him, he slowed to a prowl until he reached her with a fairly stretched out posture and vibrant, soggy ears that splayed in deferential greeting. He was nothing more or less than hers to command, but much like Thuringethil, she did not seem to deem asserting herself outright necessary. One of his copper ears gave a flick and sent off a spray of rain droplets, but the drizzle continued on around them as they properly acquainted themselves with one another.

"Toxochelys," he rumbled gutturally as he pronounced his name in return for the introduction she offered first. He allowed just a moment of pause to creep between them before tilting his head very slightly at her. "Your name suits you, but you don't seem to be doused by the rain," he observed with a thin, droll smile and a distinct glimmer in his alarmingly orange eyes. To him, of course, she was also Bandrona. It was more than likely that he would refer to her as such in the future without a second of hesitation to stop him or make him reconsider.