Gale runs a hand along the scales on Stone's face while he's within reach, then settles against his large chest as they take the the sky. His grip on the raksura is stronger than it necessarily needs to be. Not for fear of flight, but what lies ahead. He can general handle diplomacy, but he knows his failings when dealing with people in general.
He spends the flight trying to come up with contingency plans that don't result in Stone having to leave his home. Not that he would allow for that. They are Stone's court, he belongs there.
He's quiet at first when Stone lets him down. It hardly registers at first that he's hearing the other language after hearing all languages for so long. Understanding it and speaking it seem to have an odd disconnect, and there's a hesitation where he needs to translate before he speaks.
"I am Gale." He says. No Embryon tribe, finally letting that part of his life go. They are still important to him, and orange will always be a color he wears, but he is the only one left. You can't be a comrade alone.
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Date: 2018-09-14 12:26 am (UTC)He spends the flight trying to come up with contingency plans that don't result in Stone having to leave his home. Not that he would allow for that. They are Stone's court, he belongs there.
He's quiet at first when Stone lets him down. It hardly registers at first that he's hearing the other language after hearing all languages for so long. Understanding it and speaking it seem to have an odd disconnect, and there's a hesitation where he needs to translate before he speaks.
"I am Gale." He says. No Embryon tribe, finally letting that part of his life go. They are still important to him, and orange will always be a color he wears, but he is the only one left. You can't be a comrade alone.