The autopod containing General Alisandre and the Dragon Councillor descended smoothly through the layers of Foshan’s atmosphere, reaching the formational storm clouds beneath. Attendant pressurizing meant they had time to continue discussion. In their case, that meant Councillor Arkuda carried on a considered monologue while the General concentrated and displayed his reactions and degree of comprehension.
“The difference between seeing a dragon, and meeting a dragon… with the latter, you may have some exchange. For instance, I don’t actually talk to that many people.” The General thought that Arkuda talked to a great many, then thought perhaps the dragon drew a distinction between public speaking and conversation. “Having met once, it’s easier to meet again. I’m an easier dragon to meet than most. I am well understood.” The dragon blinked with satisfaction. “I have been well understood by many over quite some time, which makes seeking me simple to an unnoticeable degree.”
“Other dragons are more reclusive, even alien to those who haven’t considered eir existence, or thought as to what ‘e might be like, besides simply a dragon. We have very little in common at times between individuals.” The dragon briefly clasped er scale-plated hands before bowed head. “This is our problem currently.”
A noise alerted them that the autopod receiver had made contact and was now guiding their vessel. Below them loomed a massive black bar sitting very still in the storm-tossed waves. It was as long as some of the tallest buildings in Alisandre Capital, and radiated shadow from its light-absorbent surface. A landing port slid open beneath a pop-up fielding, which deflected an errant wave like a stone. The autopod entered the giant bar with Arkuda and Claymore inside.