6/8/2025, 3:23 PM
it is not long before he is greeted by a woman, draped in a coat of pale snow whites and some dark accents and golden eyes. she appears — fairly — to scrutinize him, and dracarys wonders how many come to their borders seeking to join. and maybe, he allows, he is just being unfair. he, too, would be wary of strangers if he were in her place. he dips his head; out of deference and respect. she is a pack wolf and he is but a vagabond near their borders. the line of hierarchy is painfully clear.
i am searching for a home.the seadragon offers simply before falling quiet. waiting for any questions that may come his way.
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