[Brett listens, his expression a mixture of deeply curious and tense (and it may or may not start twitching into a frown towards the end, when she talks about about them attacking people's settlements and being driven off or killed). Even knowing that these seem to be a different species than his, from what she's said about them, it still sits poorly with him when he intuitively associates "dragons" with, well, his kind.
After a long pause, with his shadows swirling around him lest he need to get away, he reluctantly replies:]
... Where I'm from, we're born from eggs as well, though we tend to be the size of a human child. At the end of our growth, we're not likely to be any taller than what's normal for a human. It's said that the lifespan of a dragon is two hundred years, and all of us can fly—it's just a matter of being able to properly being able to manifest your wings.
[So he supposes that, theoretically, a dragon could be capable of flight after birth, but generally, they lack the necessary control at that point.]
Not all of us have elemental breath attacks, though some do. One of the things that primarily sets us apart from human is that we have unique powers. [...] You've already seen mine.
[It's here that his face takes on a sharper edge, his voice sounding a little indignant almost as if it's somehow Ellana's fault that dragons are what they are in her world.]
And we don't randomly attack people or eat them! If anything, seeing as how most of the police force is made up of dragons, we're the ones protecting the peace in the country.
[Largely thanks to the Captain, since from what Brett knows, dragons weren't so common on the police force when Neil's master was alive (not so much out of prejudice towards dragons, but realizing the internal conflict it would bring considering the poor relationship between the two species—for better or for worse, the presence of dragons has driven out numerous humans from the force who didn't care for being surrounded by beings who didn't like them. Brett can't bring himself to feel sorry, when humans have elsewhere they can be; for the dragons, this is the only place they'll ever be relatively safe).]
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After a long pause, with his shadows swirling around him lest he need to get away, he reluctantly replies:]
... Where I'm from, we're born from eggs as well, though we tend to be the size of a human child. At the end of our growth, we're not likely to be any taller than what's normal for a human. It's said that the lifespan of a dragon is two hundred years, and all of us can fly—it's just a matter of being able to properly being able to manifest your wings.
[So he supposes that, theoretically, a dragon could be capable of flight after birth, but generally, they lack the necessary control at that point.]
Not all of us have elemental breath attacks, though some do. One of the things that primarily sets us apart from human is that we have unique powers. [...] You've already seen mine.
[It's here that his face takes on a sharper edge, his voice sounding a little indignant almost as if it's somehow Ellana's fault that dragons are what they are in her world.]
And we don't randomly attack people or eat them! If anything, seeing as how most of the police force is made up of dragons, we're the ones protecting the peace in the country.
[Largely thanks to the Captain, since from what Brett knows, dragons weren't so common on the police force when Neil's master was alive (not so much out of prejudice towards dragons, but realizing the internal conflict it would bring considering the poor relationship between the two species—for better or for worse, the presence of dragons has driven out numerous humans from the force who didn't care for being surrounded by beings who didn't like them. Brett can't bring himself to feel sorry, when humans have elsewhere they can be; for the dragons, this is the only place they'll ever be relatively safe).]