Bruce actually steps closer to the dragon, who begins to make something like a grumbling noise. Hm.
"That's fine, you'd be the only ones seeing it."
There's an ease to the way he does this sort of banter - maybe that should be alarming, him being so comfortable in situations like this. Whatever the hell 'like this' even is. There's a metallic hum emanating from the great spoke-rung collar, now, getting louder. The dragon stands up and makes a noise that sounds like it's pained, and otherwise seems to be ignoring them. The humming noise evens out, and a soft beeping begins - one in pitch and pattern Bruce recognizes instinctively. When the dragon begins backing away from the edges of the field where he noticed the most inexplicably trails, Bruce follows.
"It's an alarm system," he says, muted, nearly hissed and plainly irritated, and if Seoraj isn't picking up the pace here Bruce will grab his dang arm and crouch down, moving still but keeping under cover of the grass, walking in the imprints of the dragon's steps. Something begins to chitter in the distance, and tops of the grass begin to stir before strange, pale figures begin to rise up, walking on spindly, spider-like legs towards them.
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"That's fine, you'd be the only ones seeing it."
There's an ease to the way he does this sort of banter - maybe that should be alarming, him being so comfortable in situations like this. Whatever the hell 'like this' even is. There's a metallic hum emanating from the great spoke-rung collar, now, getting louder. The dragon stands up and makes a noise that sounds like it's pained, and otherwise seems to be ignoring them. The humming noise evens out, and a soft beeping begins - one in pitch and pattern Bruce recognizes instinctively. When the dragon begins backing away from the edges of the field where he noticed the most inexplicably trails, Bruce follows.
"It's an alarm system," he says, muted, nearly hissed and plainly irritated, and if Seoraj isn't picking up the pace here Bruce will grab his dang arm and crouch down, moving still but keeping under cover of the grass, walking in the imprints of the dragon's steps. Something begins to chitter in the distance, and tops of the grass begin to stir before strange, pale figures begin to rise up, walking on spindly, spider-like legs towards them.