Thread: An Empty Nest (N7Biotic & Spirit)

At the time, Sylsarsanos had been sipping on a cup of coffee. As a dragon, the caffeine really didn't do anything for him, though the robust and bitter taste along with its warmth was pleasant. Plus, it served to make his disguise look all the more convincing. When he heard someone call out, Sylsarsanos took a half second before considering it was addressing him. It wasn't often that someone had called him for something outside of work. He took a quick glance. It was a woman, and an elf. That was all the information he could glean out of such a quick look. Sylsarsanos shifted his coffee cup from his right hand to his left before tracing a circle in the air in front of him with his finger tip. From it, the outline of a clock formed out of misty blue energy. Time telling was a simple cantrip most people had learned. A Wizards' Guild in each time zone carried a special time stone which synched up the magic, letting everybody who was able to cast the spell know what the local time was. For Sylsarsanos, watching this magical clock tick away was one of the few ways he knew to pass the time. Of course, his workplace already had a clock. Keeping one himself was redundant while he was working. Schedule says eight thirty, he answered, which is fifteen minutes from now. I'd give them thirty. The train being late was probably for the best. After all, so were most of the people. When he looked down to check the time, a glimpse of his eyes could be seen, just barely through his bright strands of hair. They glowed with an unnatural bright purple coloration which was definitely nothing a human could ever have. Silver dragons though were well known for being superficial, audacious, regal, and proud. This man was far too soft spoken to be a silver dragon even if his eyes seemed to suggest otherwise. Just as soon as he looked down, he turned his head back to to watch the train tracks, his eyes barely able to be seen through his bangs and the fog. At that point, Sylsarsanos didn't much care for finding another dragon. He clutched a necklace he was wearing under his button-down. It must have been something important to him. The girl next to him might have been a beautiful elvish woman. Sylsarsanos actually did have a taste for them, as much as he'd hate to admit, though he wasn't driven enough by these urges to pay so much attention to this stranger. It was all the better for him, actually. Sylsarsanos had only ever seen one dragon before, his mother, so it was impossible to really know why. Though instinct must have pushed him to feel some sort of deep seated hatred against black dragons, perhaps due to their generations long feud which had gone on before the first humans were even created. With his left hand, Sylsarsanos took another sip of his coffee. No. He reassured. I like it though. It's quieter. His voice was soft and breathy- nothing like the usual deep, sonorous and commanding roars silver dragons were typically known for and his sentences were choppy unlike the usual verbose nature of silver dragon speech. Of course, he did also speak in Common and not Draconic. It's been so long- he didn't even know if he could speak it anymore.