Nova Peak to commandeer one of these ships

though rhaegal is confident enough on boulders worn smooth by sand and thrashing seawater, slick with seagrime and bird feces, the jagged rock path of the peak they approach at what feels like an alarming rate to the seadragon, looks unconquerable. how far up did they intend to go? how did one move their body so the wind did not push against them? was it steady or precarious in the way of slippery searocks?

his gaze flickers back to her, lingering for a moment longer as she speaks before diverting to their path.

ack, i dinnae, lass... he drawls uncertainly; ears slicking back and tail flicking against his haunches. to think! a brave seafarer afraid of a snow capped peak. it might've been comical to an outsider but to rhaegal it is a chilling, seizing sort of thing; his only comfort taken from the fact that she — a stranger — was leading the way. the sand be more welcomin'.

then again, rhaegal was horribly biased.

`suppose i should be given' ya me name. `m called rhaegal. rhaegal sveijarn, at yer service. a slight change to the name he'd been given at birth but atlantis corten-sveijarn, after spending so much time with the wolves of meares island and all their sea names and variations of corten and corten-sveijarn , sounded much the same as anyone else's. 'rhaegal' gave him something that felt uniquely his, borrowed from his mother's native tongue.