seas of blood are a song

[haredresser]

The Dravania Forelands are truly beautiful. It isn't that it escaped Obsidian's notice before, but now that the Final Days have been stopped and the Scions disbanded, he's taking more time to observe and appreciate his surroundings again. Here, it is no different, especially since that peace is becoming more the norm between the Ishgardians and dragons.

Today, he's helping out the Vath with their guild tasks, and he can't help but offer a small smile as the Deftarm greets him excitedly.

"Master! Welcome back!" the Vath clicks. "Ah, I will not keep you, but it seems the dragons have some requests. Would you mind...?"

Obsidian settles his hand on the top of the Vath's head. "I'll take care of it. If luck's on my side, I'll bring back some goods, aye?"

"Meat! Meat!"

"We'll see," Obsidian muses, mounting his chocobo before taking off.

The tasks with the dragons are easy enough, as they rarely ask for what they cannot do for themselves. The biggest task is finding a mother's hatchling, and the young dragon really just wants a playmate until he's tired enough to go home. It's endearing, and Obsidian doesn't mind giving a bit more of his time to the dragons, especially the young ones.