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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]

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?"