smartass_captain

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His translator isn’t picking up on the language the dragon is greeting them in at first, nor does the Nexus seem keen on translating it either. Either the words are too ancient or too bound up in other-worldly magic to be offered meaning. Jim’s legs are leaden with the hot breath ruffling his hair, his insides twisting into knots as fear wages war with the thrill coursing through him to be this close. To be talking to the thing of myth and legend in Felix’s world.

Jim’s grip on Felix’s arm doesn’t lessen any, but neither is he making a move to bolt. He stands as tall as he can, shoulders squared. Hopes to every God in Felix’s world that they’re interesting enough for this not to go South quickly.

“We are. Can’t have a wedding without a feast to celebrate it. Do you...I mean. Would you like something? I’m not sure anything we have will be much of a meal for you though, but I can try.”