Proformu - Bronze Professor

This sunset was one the old wyrm had seen at least a thousand times. Proformu laid in the sand and the water on the coast, basking in the fading light. Part of him laid in nostalgia, recalling how many other nights he’d spent like this. This would be the eighteenth night he had first considered taking on another dragonsworn.

As usual, he knew he valued his chosen’s freedom over their fealty. He did not think the last had understood that. He hoped this one would. It was a topic he would approach delicately, in any case, and certainly not one he would bring up in the immediate future. Their relationship required a tad more depth, in his opinion, before something so heavy was placed into it. 

Though… Proformu recalled that his prospective charge’s first action upon reaching safety was to embrace him. It was a sweet thing, feeling the man’s head rest on his hip and his spiky hair under his hand. He found he liked the way that fit. 

The man’s tenacity was another draw. The only thing Proformu could call it was impressive. An entire year he’d spent searching, an entire year of being on his own in a way that no one around him would understand. He couldn’t imagine the toll the journey had taken on him. 

There lay yet another reason for wanting the man as one of his sworn. He wanted to remedy whatever pain the misadventure had inflicted, soothe aches that only the pair of them understood. Truthfully, Proformu believed this to be the largest reason. For all his size and occasional brutality, the wyrm was a gentle soul, and he wanted dearly for the chance to offer that gentleness to others. Especially those as deserving as this one.