Thread:Roleplayy/@comment-35882347-20190713193816/@comment-35989680-20190806111226

Mind busied himself by analyzing other dragons when another dragon starting walking towards him. She was looking down at a scroll. He almost said something, but hen realized that she hadn’t noticed him yet. She settled herself in the corner that Mind was near. Her tail was less than three feet away from his face. His cloak must be concealing him well enough in the shadows.

He peered at the Night-Icewing reading the scroll. Her posture showed that she was shy, and a passive Dragon. But small bumps on her claws were... clay residue. So she was a sculptor. Mind’s eyes drifted to her wing, scarred so badly she could never fly. He immediately felt immense sorrow for this dragon, who would never float above the clouds.

Once Mind had determined everything he could, he wondered what to do. He thought about what Celestial would want him to do, and that settled it. She’d want him to socialize.

“Hi”, He said to the other dragon.

(He’s talking to Star btw)