[ ...It is so like and unlike Niall that Alain is silent for a moment, singular in nature, before the Dragonborn bursts out laughing, not an unkindly sound. There's genuine pleasure in the sound, and the man runs fingertips along the center of the dragon's skull, even as--
Even as, in the air, a roar rings out like challenge.
The frost dragon drops from the air into viewing range, and hovers there, out of shouting distance--for war, yet not for dialogue. It calls out, but not to the Dragonborn, who has instantly moved his hands from the dragon to his weapons instead. ]
Hin paak, Nehnahlmey. Hin kah los? Nid daal nol daar bein.
[ Your shame, Nehnahlmey, the dragon spoke. Where is your pride? There is no return from this foulness.
It hovers there a moment more, then stretches its neck, moving as if to leave. ]
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Even as, in the air, a roar rings out like challenge.
The frost dragon drops from the air into viewing range, and hovers there, out of shouting distance--for war, yet not for dialogue. It calls out, but not to the Dragonborn, who has instantly moved his hands from the dragon to his weapons instead. ]
Hin paak, Nehnahlmey. Hin kah los? Nid daal nol daar bein.
[ Your shame, Nehnahlmey, the dragon spoke. Where is your pride? There is no return from this foulness.
It hovers there a moment more, then stretches its neck, moving as if to leave. ]
Alduin fent mindok se daar.
[ Alduin shall know of this. ]