FOX
Fox has been about to sever a gator claw with the knife from his boot when Boreal hefts the creature out of range, and he offers the dragon an amused grin before scooting in the same direction and getting to work. "Mmhm, really," he says, glancing up at Tal and raising his eyebrows at the parade of questions.
"Er," he begins awkwardly. "I don't know any Ancients who bleed acid or eat fire. But fire doesn't hurt us," he tells Tal. "And it's fine, I guess. Sorry to disappoint." Laughing, Fox wipes his hands on his pants and sits back from the allogator.
"I think a lot of us are just like anybody else. The older Ancients are a little different from what I've seen - the ones who were asleep.
"Er," he begins awkwardly. "I don't know any Ancients who bleed acid or eat fire. But fire doesn't hurt us," he tells Tal. "And it's fine, I guess. Sorry to disappoint." Laughing, Fox wipes his hands on his pants and sits back from the allogator.
"I think a lot of us are just like anybody else. The older Ancients are a little different from what I've seen - the ones who were asleep.
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
