Lio looks a little too much like a cornered wild thing for a moment, but he's calming down, reminding himself that wherever Kray Foresight is, he's not here, and that's enough. If he needs to, he can get away, regroup. He still looks defensive, every wall that had started to come down from being around the healer -- who is remarkably disarming -- back up in full force.
"There aren't many," he concedes. Humans who understand what dragons are, fire mages who know that their very beings should be linked together, they're nearly gone now.
He looks up startled at the sounds the trees are making. He doesn't understand it, but he can recognize the forest speaking, and clearly Galo can understand what they're saying. Lio draws his knees to his chest, arms around them, watching the healer. He is in no way prepared for that question. His heart stops in his chest. The forest knows.
Lio sits up straighter. "Kray Foresight is the reason for it! He's spent years feeding rumors about dragons attacking, stoking fear and distrust, organizing hunts and sending his men out to hunt down and drive innocent dragons from their homes."
As he speaks, an edge creeps into his voice. Lio has made it a rule that the dragons who follow him do not kill unless they have no other choice. Lio will make an exception for Kray Foresight. The anger at everything Kray has done is rising in him, where his voice and his form are shaking with it.
"His forces have killed so many of my people." He's too furious to keep up deceptions at this point in time. "Our elders. Our children. Gone. And worse, worse is what happens to the ones he takes. Most we never see again. The few who have escaped... they didn't last long, but they told us. They told us about the experiments. The torture. And I don't know why. I can't figure out what he wants."
Lio's eyes have gone serpentine, slit pupils in the midst of irises that burn the impossibly bright magenta of dragonfire. Though they haven't taken full shape yet, the shadows of wings arch behind him.
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Date: 2020-05-14 07:20 pm (UTC)"There aren't many," he concedes. Humans who understand what dragons are, fire mages who know that their very beings should be linked together, they're nearly gone now.
He looks up startled at the sounds the trees are making. He doesn't understand it, but he can recognize the forest speaking, and clearly Galo can understand what they're saying. Lio draws his knees to his chest, arms around them, watching the healer. He is in no way prepared for that question. His heart stops in his chest. The forest knows.
Lio sits up straighter. "Kray Foresight is the reason for it! He's spent years feeding rumors about dragons attacking, stoking fear and distrust, organizing hunts and sending his men out to hunt down and drive innocent dragons from their homes."
As he speaks, an edge creeps into his voice. Lio has made it a rule that the dragons who follow him do not kill unless they have no other choice. Lio will make an exception for Kray Foresight. The anger at everything Kray has done is rising in him, where his voice and his form are shaking with it.
"His forces have killed so many of my people." He's too furious to keep up deceptions at this point in time. "Our elders. Our children. Gone. And worse, worse is what happens to the ones he takes. Most we never see again. The few who have escaped... they didn't last long, but they told us. They told us about the experiments. The torture. And I don't know why. I can't figure out what he wants."
Lio's eyes have gone serpentine, slit pupils in the midst of irises that burn the impossibly bright magenta of dragonfire. Though they haven't taken full shape yet, the shadows of wings arch behind him.