It is one thing to meet a dragon ...

[Philomel]

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plot reminders: guild near fortress. Destroy it dearly.
Mao dies.

"Okay and what is this?"

She held up her sword, her main sword. Long and slightly tapered it was a blade based off one of legend - a killer of goblins it was to be told. With a bone handle and a steel structure encasing the majority of the hilt it stood as a relatively formidable weapon.

Hmmm ... Nameless.

Slowly letting out an impressed huff of air Philomel looked up at the monster before her as the deep, thundery voice echoed around her head. Now thirty feet long and his skin beginning to gain it's standard (for his kind) natural toughness, he looked quite the counterpart for any goddess' totem. A mottled green and brown from nose to tail he was a reptilian beast with a horse-like head, huge nostrils heaving air. Long, antlered horns jutted from his skull and were matched by four large spikes on the tail. Tapered ears flickered, two pairs of legs with unusually large muscles held up a solid, tremendous body. Built somewhat like a fearsome lizard-beast of old he was a dragon which had been reborn under the light of a tree goddess, his skin like turtle-skin rather than scales and his jaw far stronger than any of his kin.

And here he sat like a dog, back on his haunches and tail lying out behind him, tongue lolling as he looked at his faun with bright, green eyes. For they were green, she now saw, they were the brightest grass green and full of riotous intelligence.

"Okay," she nodded slowly, sheathing the sword. "What about this?" she pointed at a tree.

Oak, came the simple word. Oak. Not just tree, specifics were already being learnt.

Her eyes glanced over to her right, where a fox and a rabbit sat side by side, blinking and watching. The rabbit seemed somewhat confused, but then she would do. Mao liked the rar-beast, she felt safe with him but, she didn't know what they were saying. Her words went as far as 'food' and 'fox'.

"What about this?" She pointed to Veridian.

And a deep, throaty rumble came from Delath's chest. He opened his maw and a sound exploded, a huge thrum of energy that made his chest beat up and down like a drum.

Holy cow. He was laughing.

"What in the Lily happened?" Philomel said, her brows furrowed and approaching the dragon with intense curiosity. "How are you ... You weren't like this before. I don't get it. You never spoke, only understood most things and now you are ..."

The dragon slowly stopped laughing and he paused, before turning his head and fixing her with one, large green eye. The silence was long, but Philomel was cut off by the beauty of his iris as he caught her off guard. Inside the depths of it she saw passion, love and wisdom, and a life so wanted that he would do anything for it.

Mother, he gently moved a foot towards her, a claw sprung out and pointed at her heart. He meant her when he said it. Grandmother, he nodded over at a tree and then looked back at Philomel. Grandmother came to Delath. Like the first time.