James
"Hm, I guess if that's all I have to do it's fine..." |~| Arctic Hare murmered, his eyes still fixed onto the icey lakes surface |~|
Gerald
"It is. Unless you'd *Like* To do more? If so, I'm alright with that. I'm willing to compensate you.. If you succeed."
He purred, his forked tongue flicking out, not unlike a lizard's or snake's. He inspected his talons, humming before sitting down, following the far larger dragon's gaze to the lake.
"... I'm rather proud to be able to live here, you know. There's beauty everywhere, if you know how to look for it."
James
"I'm all good but yeah, you should be proud to live here, it's secluded, nice & you don't have to deal with any other dragons except your own tribe" |~| Arctic Hare said, turning his gaze upwards to where a flock of Geese flew overhead |~|
Gerald
"It is. Though... I deal with other tribes more than one might expect. Not personally, of course, but.. The Sandwings always have a rather lucrative underground market. Usually cactus wine. Have you ever had it, Hare?"
He glanced over to him, his head tilting. He followed his gaze once again, huffing softly at the geese.
"Geese.. They really are just good at intimidation. Swans are what geese *Think* That they are."