The bars are only steel and wrought iron, and could certainly hold, say, an angry bear or lion. But a dragon? One day it would do absolutely nothing to either contain or slow him down, but the entirety of that fearsome strength the breed is vaunted for had yet to manifest and given the couple-weeks past revelation of his elemental alignment, the best it might do is working as a Faraday cage. But there's been no lightning yet, and it might well still be beyond him.
"You have misjudged much," is the rumbled response, more little flakes of obsidian falling away. Whatever he's making, it's a fairly rounded shape but far too early in its work to be judged as any real shape at all. But he does have something in mind, something that, if it were to break or he couldn't complete it he could simply start again later .. but it keeps his hands occupied. Or at least, somewhat so, and some level of preoccupation to keep from slipping with the small chisel and thus crack the whole thing. Lahabrea brushes off the question in turn - right now he's simply not interested in discussing it, it wasn't the right kind of distraction and would only refocus his attention on the turmoil he currently endured.
Easier, someone else's problems. And with no filters at all on thought or word, and an undue influence towards paranoia and aggression.. any topic at all might not exactly fare well. "A lack of experience." There's a brief flick of one ear, a flicker of disdain flashing up. "That body is no different than others, and the pressures of Aefenglom rather lessened than what would be in the Source." Although people could always hear and see them, they also didn't have quite as much to hide. No clandestine meetings, no disappearing into thin air without warning, no sense of that umbral presence that marked Ascians to those of alert senses. No delicate games of politic and manipulation to turn entire nations towards a desired goal, that were they discovered would unravel much.
Easier, in that respect.
Harder in others, for the price it carried.
There were surely some in this world who would look at trying to maintain any such warrior-ish skill with amusement and disdain, but sooner or later they're going to get an axe to the face and learn an important lesson. But it's an easier topic, one that doesn't come with inherent fury and antagonism. "Is that so. What enchantments are you dabbling with?" It can only be a dabble at this point, as plans are made and tested. It's much too early to have come to any permanent decisions.
Some elemental enchantments might be wise, eventually, to abuse all the weaknesses his kind and others seem to possess.
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"You have misjudged much," is the rumbled response, more little flakes of obsidian falling away. Whatever he's making, it's a fairly rounded shape but far too early in its work to be judged as any real shape at all. But he does have something in mind, something that, if it were to break or he couldn't complete it he could simply start again later .. but it keeps his hands occupied. Or at least, somewhat so, and some level of preoccupation to keep from slipping with the small chisel and thus crack the whole thing. Lahabrea brushes off the question in turn - right now he's simply not interested in discussing it, it wasn't the right kind of distraction and would only refocus his attention on the turmoil he currently endured.
Easier, someone else's problems. And with no filters at all on thought or word, and an undue influence towards paranoia and aggression.. any topic at all might not exactly fare well. "A lack of experience." There's a brief flick of one ear, a flicker of disdain flashing up. "That body is no different than others, and the pressures of Aefenglom rather lessened than what would be in the Source." Although people could always hear and see them, they also didn't have quite as much to hide. No clandestine meetings, no disappearing into thin air without warning, no sense of that umbral presence that marked Ascians to those of alert senses. No delicate games of politic and manipulation to turn entire nations towards a desired goal, that were they discovered would unravel much.
Easier, in that respect.
Harder in others, for the price it carried.
There were surely some in this world who would look at trying to maintain any such warrior-ish skill with amusement and disdain, but sooner or later they're going to get an axe to the face and learn an important lesson. But it's an easier topic, one that doesn't come with inherent fury and antagonism. "Is that so. What enchantments are you dabbling with?" It can only be a dabble at this point, as plans are made and tested. It's much too early to have come to any permanent decisions.
Some elemental enchantments might be wise, eventually, to abuse all the weaknesses his kind and others seem to possess.