Moonspear be devout to hunger, child

i think i might use this for drogon's scout trade/rogue speciality since it seems like it would fit. :0

Drogon watches her as she rises and stretches, his ears cupping forth as she speaks after inhaling deeply a few times. He bites back the giddy laughter that threatens to hiccup from him, wondering if it’s truly that serious; but as he’s not quite sure what she’s doing ( he briefly wonders if this is her way of insinuating that a conversation is over ). She speaks of practice and Drogon does let out a low, amused snort at that. Practice? How’s he supposed to practice something that just …happens? His left ear pivots to the side and his tail brushes a soft sweep against the snow dusted ground. Despite her demand he snickers every time he looks at her and tries to summon this mysterious Glamour power he possesses; and the tundrian gives a shake of his head as if to convey that he can’t do it when he glimpses at her from the corner of his eye and is struck with an idea. There are facets of himself that Moonspear hasn’t seen: masks …characters that he adopts to aid him in adapting but undeniably all him, nevertheless.

Drogon gave her a ‘stay right there’ look and slipped into the shadows of the trees because he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t shed the skin of the leijona while she watched; could not exchange the lion for the ( aspiring ) warlord without laughing and thus ruining it. It seems silly but he cannot deny the usefulness this previously undiscovered “power” could have if he learned to hone it, to perfect it. Wraen had a point. A very good point.

It was a process: one he that would be a slow discovery until he found out what worked and what didn’t. For now he was unsure of how to call upon the sotapäällikkö, the tenacious and frigidly apathetic beast he had begun but never finished molding himself into to fit Blackfeather Woods. When Drogon emerges from the thick, tangled underbrush his steps are a confident swagger, a ghost of a smirk upon his lips as his glacial eyes graze her with what he hopes is a dark hunger. He doesn’t speak: instead attempting to go for the silent but captivating hook. Whether he succeeds or not …well it comes down to whether he can pull it off convincingly though ultimately his success or failure lays upon Wraen's shoulders.