[It's all business as usual. Tomorrow, he's not even going to remember what this girl looks like. He's not really paying that much attention to her, making friends has always been difficult for him. Mentally, he's already planning on leaving, an "I'll see ya around" hanging on his tongue.
Until she recognizes the word 'Native' in front of Dragon.
It has to be a coincidence. If there are dragons in every world, there are surely Native Dragons in other worlds. But the look on her face is enough to make it feel like, if only for a second, a hand had gripped his heart and squeezed it. He misses a breath, feels that hollowness that comes with anticipation and hope, a hollowness that will be despair or joy or whatever other emotions he's capable of making.]
Ventuswill.
[He just says the one word, but there's a gentle warmth to the way he says her name. There always is. It's different from when he'd teased about her being a reptile. His ears droop cautiously before he continues, and his tail tucks just slightly against his leg.]
The Native Dragon of Selphia. We're...old friends, me and her. But you don't know what I'm talking about, do you?
it feels a bit forced but w/e
Until she recognizes the word 'Native' in front of Dragon.
It has to be a coincidence. If there are dragons in every world, there are surely Native Dragons in other worlds. But the look on her face is enough to make it feel like, if only for a second, a hand had gripped his heart and squeezed it. He misses a breath, feels that hollowness that comes with anticipation and hope, a hollowness that will be despair or joy or whatever other emotions he's capable of making.]
Ventuswill.
[He just says the one word, but there's a gentle warmth to the way he says her name. There always is. It's different from when he'd teased about her being a reptile. His ears droop cautiously before he continues, and his tail tucks just slightly against his leg.]
The Native Dragon of Selphia. We're...old friends, me and her. But you don't know what I'm talking about, do you?