"A swim is... nice, yes," the Silvercoat would begin, and Makara offered an agreeable nod. "But the odds of cracking something vital and important to me against a rock falling from this point are not promising." At this, Makara could not help but produce a soft laugh, eyebrows raising. Well, a fear of the ocean was a healthy one, the dragon supposed. Or was it more of a ... fear of the rocks?
They were rather pointy.
Not 'falling'. Diving. The trick is not to aim with your head,
Makara would offer, his accented voice lifting as his smile hinted at the (very poorly placed) joke. There are smaller cliffs for beginner divers,
the man would continue, tail waving through the humid air with a pressing curiosity. Would the Silvercoat dive if the rocks were slightly less scary? Makara would stretch up on his toes, eyes gently casting beyond the Silvercoat to evaluate the shorter cliffs just a short distance away.
With some time, the soldier would relax. The mention of Izumi seemed to have the desired effect, and Makara's coral gaze would drift politely back to his new friend. Yes, of course they were friends now. Packmates were friends, yes? More than friends, usually. But they could start as friends.
"What is your place of origin? That word you used earlier - it is unknown to me."
Place of origin. Now that was an interesting question. Ah, a complicated question, as I am still not sure how I ended up
he would pause, head tilting down as he glanced toward his Very-Wolf-Toes that were Not-Flippers-Or-Claws here.
Makara would raise his eyes, refocusing on the silver warrior.
I was once a protector of the sea, a being of many names and shapes and lives. A Makara.
It would not make sense. It did not make sense. The man would shake his head, shuffling his paws. It is still a mystery to me how I wound up here. But it has not been an unwelcome change.
Being of warm blood brought many new things to Makara's life. Stronger emotions, closer connections. Tall legs. An award-winning smile.
Makara would offer such a smile before continuing, In my language, we name things simply. Like you. Silfurfrakki. (Silver coat) Silver of coat.
A nod. And Drottning is ... a female leader. Empress, as you call her. Izumi.
That should have cleared things up, right?
There was a pause as the ocean thrummed below them.
It reminded Makara of why he was here.
So, will you swim with me, then, Silfurfrakki?
Makara would venture, probably a bit too boldly. We can go to a place with fewer rocks.
Makara's grin was hopelessly hopeful.
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