Nova Peak to commandeer one of these ships

a small laugh; as melodic as the words that pass from betwixt the stranger's lips catch rhaegal's ear. it twitches atop his skull as his steps pause and he turns to face her as she moves from her place among the shadows of the evergreens.

the seadragon drawls in a breath, pushing past the crisp scents of the pines to take in her scent: the scent of salty seabrine most notable to him. probably, rhaegal should've been immune to it having lived upon an island and following the coast all the way here in the steps of several generations of sveijarns and cortens before him.

but he was not.

he'd know it anywhere.

a deep, thoughtful noise rumbles in his chest; like the brewing of a far away storm.

ah dinnae ken, he replies, offering a lofty shrug of broad shoulders. `m nae much of a climber.