you are... small... like me. - tiny-nightmare-god
âMrrrâŚ.. mrrya?â
oh? you cannot speak.Â
are you.. able to tell me what your name is in some way?
âMrrraaâŚ. Mraaaayy.â
The little Emperor stares at the ground.
mray? hm⌠do you have a caretaker? maybe⌠they could tell me your name.
âRrr.â
Bai looks up again, staring at the strange creature, unmoving - save for the two tails tapping the ground in rhythm. One, if not all of the heads seems deep in thought.
Caretaker... yes, of course. But would it be a good idea? Fable doesnât like him talking to other dragons on his own, although âtalkingâ hasnât ever really been an applicable word, either. Meeting, then.

















