[ Something's off, but it might be just the wind. DIALGA observes the man for a while before lowering itself and exhales softly from its nose, making Volo's hair blow away a bit. Blessed? ]
He senses the god’s presence before he sees it; such is his blessing as a True Vessel that the movements of the gods or their favorites shall never be obscured to him. He braces for a hostile presence, but feels nothing but cool, calm, curiosity…How strange. The Lord of Time was usually cordial with him at best, and the same could be said of his True Vessel, Adaman. A different Dialga, perhaps? Yes, that certainly seems to be the case…
If he’s not mistaken, this god has been in the mood to go around giving blessings. As far as blessings go, this would be rather a disappointment…But simply to be in another god’s presence without walking on eggshells, in its own way, is blessing enough. He nods in acknowledgment, not speaking. His mouth, however, can’t help but quirk upward in a smile.
