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[dragonlordbight]

Down by the river a rather large and recognizable form to many of the crew lounged seemingly deep in thought. His tail half submerged in the river, the tip swaying slowly. For once it would seem that one could sneak up on a seemingly inattentive, his expression hard to read, lost in contemplation of all that had happened since his awakening aboard the vessel so many months ago, of both the trying times and the fleeting moments of joy and contentment in the dark sea of desperate war. He had to admit at least, there were very few times that Sanction had been as eventful as the time aboard the Transmigration 9.

Would one leave such a dragon to his contemplation? Would they share in it? Or indeed would they draw him from it?

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[herhonorness]

Who can say? Does the wind blow the leaf, or does the leaf simply dance to it's whistling tune?

Meanwhile, a young female human in a naval uniform and a spiffy beret comes a wandering...

[dragonlordbight]

Who can say indeed? Nevertheless for the moment as the young human approaches all one hundred and fourty feet of the dragon seems still, the only sign of movement being the slow motions of his tail in the flowing water.

"You may approach, I will not harm you," he spoke his gaze holding on the flowing water before him a moment longer before slowly swinging his massive head to face the young female, taking in her uniform and Beret his expression softening a little, "Greetings,"

[herhonorness]

Honor has to stare for a moment, because the hell?

But she's not one of those speciesists jerks, so soon she replies, with nothing more than an artful raise of the eyebrow to accompany her voice:

"I'd certainly hope not."

She salutes.

"Honor Harrington, Royal Manticorian Navy. Pleased to meet you."

Oh. There's a cute arboreal creature on her shoulder? Perhaps she should get that looked at?

[dragonlordbight]

The slightest hint of amusement might be seen in his eyes as she watches her, it was not like he hadn't had a large variety of reactions to his draconic nature appropriately.

"Be thankful I have bronze scales rather than red," he replied if a little cryptically as he drew himself around fully to face her, dipping his head everso slightly.

"Dragonlord Crucible, also known as Lord Governor Hogan Bight of the Lord City Sanction.A pleasure to meet you too,"

The creature around on her shoulder drew his gaze with some small measure of curiosity, "And what are you then I wonder?"

[herhonorness]

Honor has to stop and stare at the giant dragon for a moment because the hell?

Fortunately she's not one of those speciest jerks, and after a moment of consideration and calls upon her training, and with a raised eyebrow, remarks:

"I would hope not."

She salutes.

"Commodore Honor Harrington, Royal Manticorian Navy: a pleasure to meet you."

Hmmm. She's seems to have an arboreal creature sitting on her shoulder: she should get that looked at.

[dragonlordbight]

The slightest hint of amusement might be seen in his eyes as she watches her, it was not like he hadn't had a large variety of reactions to his draconic nature appropriately.

"Be thankful I have bronze scales rather than red," he replied if a little cryptically as he drew himself around fully to face her, dipping his head everso slightly at her salute.

"Dragonlord Crucible, also known as Lord Governor Hogan Bight of the Lord City Sanction.A pleasure to meet you too,"

The creature around on her shoulder drew his gaze with some small measure of curiosity, "And what are you then I wonder?" He did get the sense that it was intelligent, not that surprised him at all. Merely reminded him of earlier days with Linsha and Varia.

[herhonorness]

Honor suddenly feels an absurd rush of deja vu. She shakes her head to clear it.

"Well met, Lord Sanction." She replies, using the Manticorian form of address for member of the peerage.

The treecat raises itself up on one of it's three pairs of legs and regards you with frank curiosity.

"His name is Nimitz, and he's is a treecat of the forests of Gryphon." Honor clarifies.

She leans her head to the side, as if listening to something.

"He thinks you're rather large."

[dragonlordbight]

Crucible shakes his head likewise of deja vu, such a strange thing, perhaps a case of the bleed causing a temporal hiccup.

"Well met. Crucible will do, or lord Bight," he replies in turn with a slight dip of his head.

"Greetings then to you as well Nimitz," he comments in turn as he regards the tree cat.

He gives a snort of amusement, "Indeed it would be odd if I were not in this form," he shakes his head a bit before a glow enveloping his form as it rapidly shrinks down to a far more human looking form, "Not so for this one however,"

[herhonorness]

As Lord Bight chances his form to that of a human, Honor inwardly groans.

Does everything here in this ship have to violate the laws of physics as she knows them?

And where did he get the nice clothes?

Nimitz conveys a slight sense of disappointment through her bond: he was hoping he'd get to ride the big dragon later.

He makes a 'bleak' noise.

Honor clears her head of science-surly thoughts and steps forward to Lord Bight's human form.

"You may have guessed that dragons are mainly figures of mythological import on my world."

He removes her beret from her head, tucking it under her shoulder, and examines Lord Bight with fascination. Nimitz does the same.

"How are you able to change your volume so quickly? You mentioned multiple forms of dragons...are they a variety of sub-species? Or are they more cultural distinctions? For that matter, how exactly does your physiology function in light of your various transformations–"

Honor never figured herself to be a woman fascinated by scientific pursuits. But acting like one has proven to be one useful way to avoid cracking under that strain of so many impossible things.