"Hmm. A bauble they might like, but in a color they do not?" he suggested helpfully, swimming to the canal's edge to make a more proper greeting. After studying Fangorn for a moment he raised his webbed fingers and solemnly wiggled them at the gourd in an echo of the viney salutation, then turned his attention to the baby dragon.
"Hello, Sila." There was a softness in his stoic mien for the young creature, but when she hid her face he didn't press the issue and instead turned his full attention to her mistress. "I am. I need a gift for my sister's..." He paused, considering several words, before settling on a pointedly bland: "Remora." He was clearly as excited about the prospect as Melita was. "Who will receive your gift?"
"Hello, Sila." There was a softness in his stoic mien for the young creature, but when she hid her face he didn't press the issue and instead turned his full attention to her mistress. "I am. I need a gift for my sister's..." He paused, considering several words, before settling on a pointedly bland: "Remora." He was clearly as excited about the prospect as Melita was. "Who will receive your gift?"
