[Two dragons fall to the earth, the crash brutal and unforgiving, and it would be Nehnahlmey who rises. It would be the useless, foolish dragon who recovers without a hint of hurt, eyes blazing in uncharacteristic aggression at the one whose life is slipping away. At the dragon who made a mockery of something held precious and dear.
He would ask now. He would question why Nehnahlmey refuses his own, and Nehnahlmey snaps his jaws together in frustration. Does his zeymah not understand? That centuries of rejection do not fall away at similarities in blood?
They do not fall away when another would give him what his kin would not.
Except Alain would answer for him. The man would speak in the dragon's tongue, denying blood bonds and forging others. He is my Grah-Zeymahzin.
Nehnahlmey finds himself frozen, fixed as destruction unfolds before his eyes. As the frost dragon dies in sword and flame. It is not until the Dragonborn forces distance between himself and the dead that Nehnahlmey chances words.]
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He would ask now. He would question why Nehnahlmey refuses his own, and Nehnahlmey snaps his jaws together in frustration. Does his zeymah not understand? That centuries of rejection do not fall away at similarities in blood?
They do not fall away when another would give him what his kin would not.
Except Alain would answer for him. The man would speak in the dragon's tongue, denying blood bonds and forging others. He is my Grah-Zeymahzin.
Nehnahlmey finds himself frozen, fixed as destruction unfolds before his eyes. As the frost dragon dies in sword and flame. It is not until the Dragonborn forces distance between himself and the dead that Nehnahlmey chances words.]
You will not eat him?