Nova Peak to commandeer one of these ships

aye, drawls the seadragon in a soft breath that belayed — despite his best efforts to appear as calm and collected as he wished to be feeling at the moment — the lingering nerves at remaining at their current height of the peak. talking helped, though. it forced his mind to think less of their elevation and more on the words she sing-songed and his answers.

a barking laugh rumbles in his chest; unexpected but genuine at her words of not marrying a cousin.

aye, ye be right. he agrees again, letting the laugh simmer into a chuckle before it settles into a grin tugging at the edges of his lips. dinnae wanna be marryin' me cousin. he drawls in another breath, deeper this time. the mountain air tastes different, cooler. more tangy with the evergreen pines that linger like needled sentinels below them. can we be headin' back down now? he asks with a sheepish expression taking shape upon his features. while he enjoyed the seeing the sunrise from the admittedly unparalleled view he very much wanted to be on level earth once more.