Dragoncrest Cliffs Upon the seas

he was a serious lad with a lot of trauma: something that rhaegal himself could relate to, in a way. he had no siblings so, on that respect, he couldn't totally understand. his littermates had either been born still or hadn't lived past their first few days. the seadragon is quiet for a long moment, considering his words. his initial urge to speak sounded callous, a little too much like his father for his liking, so he takes the extra time to think about it.

i dinnae ken that, speaks rhaegal. that's terrible. he murmurs, tone apologetic; sympathetic. a brief moment, punctuated by a sharp, hissing breath as flashbacks of seeing his grandfather's broken and bloodied body; a successful coup and the loss that had filled rhaegal with such rage and sorrow.

a slow blink towards the sea, restless as she always is. you cannae stop bad things from happenin'. nae all the time. rhaegal says softly, treading carefully. it's nae fair and it hurts, but life ...it's full'a bad and good things.

a silence that feels awkward to rhaegal cracks from the seadragon to the lad. lulled into obedience by the ever present roar of the sea. in this, rhaegal finds comfort, as wild and mercurial as the sea was.

aye. agrees rhaegal with a small twinkle in his eye. i dinnae ken him very well, but i'm hopin' tae change that.