Sleeping Dragon bone tongue

The commander moves the topic forward with ease, and soon, it's on him -- his brand new promotion, no less. Wocha. When the time is appropriate, he edges closer to Thuringwethil and Wildfire alike and dips his snout in thanks fleetingly to them each. But with that settled, he assumes a proud place next to them and skims the crowd thoughtfully in the wake of this news. He's eager to grow into the role, and just as the heda said, help cultivate their strength into something even greater. Dio has known no other of the same title, and he intends to do it justice and wear it proudly, effectively, for their cause as the Dragons.

He finds the next subject of a greater curiosity, however, and watches as Portia is invited to join them with a perked expression. He has a vague enough grasp on these cultures and ritual doings, but is interested in seeing it play out himself. The concepts and the history at play here just to start. He's no stranger to that exactly but this twist of the commander's homeland is still new to him. The new wocha is interested in learning more.. 

The loner's death in question was still a fresh enough memory so this was perhaps a fitting bookend to that. Portia made quick, but effective work of it, and in her wake was a new mark on their leader. In reverence of this, he was quiet, but sharply attentive. He understood better than before, and more and more, Drageda sings proudly in him. When it's said and done, Dio doesn't miss her glance his way, and he exchanges with a fond smirk and nod. But he kept it subtle, intending to fill her in with more later and likewise find out more about her thoughts on her involvement in these rituals. He was pleased, though, and happy with these outcomes so far.