"Well, in that case... How am I to do so? Your flames are quite passionate, compared to my own mellow blue." All he has used his power for was guidance, never something like forging... He wondered how a weapon forged with his fire would be. "Would you teach me?"

"Erasmus. I'm a quite punctual dragon, so you can count on me getting to class early." Though he wondered if he'd have to act as peppy as Siren with the spirit department... "And your name?"

"Hrm..." He wanted to hear that last part... "Right then, Coach Arctos. I'll be sure to see you there at your smithy." He bowed his head. "I am in your care."

As soon as his name was uttered, said blue dragon flies down from above in a rush. "I apologize for my tardiness, Coach. Working as a seafarer's guide can be quite exhausting..." Yes, he even has the slice of bread in his mouth. "Now that I'm here, will we begin right away?"

A calm, quiet night by the sea... It brought him great comfort.

"...If I may, I do feel /quite/ unwell with the idea that we'd be housing a...hunter, was it? ...Although, with their goal of harmony, I suppose I'll just have to get used to it."

siren where art thouuuu

That doesn't make me any more comfortable...

"That's not the point here either..." Erasmus wasn't quite referring to the young human, but more to those...visitors, they've met. The ones in full armor. He'd rather not be skinned and his scales be used for armor or weaponry, thank you.

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Erasmus would wonder. . . How his old friend was doing. All alone back on their island. . . ❝ Perhaps he'd be jealous I'm off to fight for a displaced prince. . .❞ The flaming guide would smile. It certainly sounded like his dear friend, after all.

With scales gleaming in the night, the dragon had supposed that it would be seen as such by others. But...it doesn't make him any less flustered, especially coming from Berserker. ❝ I...thank you, Berserker. You are...quite a specimen yourself. ❞ He's new to this!

❝ That is wonderful news, Sylvia. Surely the Halidom would look quite wonderful with all the flowers that you've planted. ❞

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Mmh...the serene sound of the waves, the heat of the shining sun, the bellow of the winds... Yes, it reminded him of very good memories. "...Perhaps I should see Siren...it's been quite a while since I've last consulted her." Maybe she has a new routine? He'd love to see it.