The Drampa huffs, leaning forward over Ysayle's shoulder to sniff at the Dratini before making what can only be described as a satisfied sound. He looks... quite odd, Ysayle knows, but she cannot find it within herself to dislike him for it. She reaches out, places a hand on his neck.
He'll need a name, eventually. She think she knows the right one, if he will accept it.
Far more concerning is the matter of Estinien's pokemon.
"Never did I think to see the day where the Azure Dragoon," yes, yes she knows it's not his title according to him, but that's not the point she's going to make, "would stand such companions, let alone label them so." Ysayle, for her part, offers her hand up to the Dratini, charmed by its looks. "That they would see fit to give thee one that excels at dragon slaying is more in line of what I had expected." She knows enough from her walk here that these pokemon do not kill each other. But again: not the point she is trying to make.
At his explanation, however, she nods in understanding. "Thou did mention the others from Eorzia. But I take thee words to mean that there are more still beyond them."
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He'll need a name, eventually. She think she knows the right one, if he will accept it.
Far more concerning is the matter of Estinien's pokemon.
"Never did I think to see the day where the Azure Dragoon," yes, yes she knows it's not his title according to him, but that's not the point she's going to make, "would stand such companions, let alone label them so." Ysayle, for her part, offers her hand up to the Dratini, charmed by its looks. "That they would see fit to give thee one that excels at dragon slaying is more in line of what I had expected." She knows enough from her walk here that these pokemon do not kill each other. But again: not the point she is trying to make.
At his explanation, however, she nods in understanding. "Thou did mention the others from Eorzia. But I take thee words to mean that there are more still beyond them."