Within the quiet churning of the stallions mind, a slight sense of wonder was beginning to alight. He'd never tried the noble silence approach when dealing with recruits before, and the effect was rather curious. Not only had he gotten a reply to the most immediate question, he had also been offered a bow and an apology, right off the bat. Was this because of some authoritative feel he exuded, or was the salt-stained bay just naturally polite? He felt like congratulating himself, felt tempted to maintain the regal silence just to see what might happen... But that would be quite rude.
So he reluctantly shed the ruler-of-the-land posture like one might discard a new favorite toy and spared Corsair a slightly warmer smile. Battle-torn skin complained silently as sooted legs brought him closer, then golden eyes raised to meet with the blue of the marginally taller stallion.
"Well met, Corsair" he greeted, not quite as formal in mood as his language would suggest. "My name is Lace, and the dragon you've noticed is Fajira, my companion and friend since many years." He spared a moment to glance up at the white dragon, who had taken to flying in lazy coils above their heads - detecting the disappointed expression on the sea-dog's face and determined to replace it with awe.
"... Never mind her, she's just trying to impress you." Lace grimaced. "Tell me instead... How do you intend to leave that loneliness behind? Have you come to find one to accompany on your travels, do you intend to shave it off and leave it here as you move along? Or perhaps, are you considering to remain here, at the Edge of the World?"
Perhaps the dragon wasn't the only tease around this day. Beneath a golden sun, standing not far from the vast ocean and gently touched by a warm wind that sent fallen petals flying like butterfly wings through the air, perhaps a playful mood could even be forgiven. As tips of pale silken tresses danced slowly at the bidding of a breeze the gilded orbs glittered when touched by light, painting stories of laughter curiousness and catty laziness more fit for one with endless time on their hands. Perhaps that could be forgiven too, as long as the task was handled properly.
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