( he is more than happy to give the dragon time to consider, personally gratified that his questions are being taken with enough gravity to warrant the time and thought. it’s laborious to keep himself hovering in one position, though, so he shapes the air beneath his wings to begin lazily circling around dan heng’s head. he appreciates the way the air feels more alive in this place, even if he knows it’s a false life. an artificial, manufactured one; getian is from a time in antiquity that virtually all modern technology is like magic to him. an almost blasphemous thought, given the world that he comes from—one where the bold innovation of human design and technology has finally begun to eclipse the ability and intuition of arcanists. these things should be oil and water. but he surely understands that to an extent, thinking of it all as something beyond arcane skill and ritual. as an arcanist himself, he would intuit it greater, if that were the case. no, this place is something else; a great birdcage hungry to entrap him, and getian is currently doing all he can to ensure that doesn’t happen.
how dan heng replies to him, then, is disheartening. for a few moments, only the sounds of his wings fill the air as he sifts for his reply. )
You capitulate, then, to inevitability?
( the words… there is a bit of challenge to them. he’s aware that this could be dangerous, but… perhaps he wants to believe that such a creature wouldn’t fold so easily. )
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how dan heng replies to him, then, is disheartening. for a few moments, only the sounds of his wings fill the air as he sifts for his reply. )
You capitulate, then, to inevitability?
( the words… there is a bit of challenge to them. he’s aware that this could be dangerous, but… perhaps he wants to believe that such a creature wouldn’t fold so easily. )
Or do you have something to gain?