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He was murmuring a phrase to himself, watching the cerulean glow of his wings pulse each time he thought it, a slight bluish hue dancing across his bones.
Part of it scared him. He reminded him of damp darkness and excruciating pain. It reminded him of being forced to do things that weren't right. Things he couldn't just.. refuse to do.

But another part of him took glee in understanding that the name was different from the words spoken then. The name was a hint longer, speaking more strongly of the awakened Loyalty within him, of his love for his unborn children, of his fierce Determination to fight what was wrong, something he did not have before. The trait he'd obtained from his stint beneath Durza's heel. Papyrus would love to see this new him.

GB looked up, glancing over at the vast structure nearby. It had apparently not even been considered noteworthy when compared to the other structures in Doru Araeba, but by normal standards it was still gigantic. Three stories tall and perfectly sized for the three of them to walk around a few paces- though Draco still had to duck his skull slightly to enter and leave.

Speaking of which, his mate was standing stiffly at said entrance, staring at him. GB tilted his skull in question, and the other simply glanced back inside with wide sockets.
They stared at each other a moment longer before the skeleblaster bounded over, slowing in front of him.

"What's wrong?" He asked in a low voice.
"Eggs." Draco spat out in horror.
"What?" GB didn't understand.
"She had eggs." His voice wobbled, panicky.
GB stared for a moment longer before he realized, going cold. For a moment, his body felt as if it were drifting almost beyond the atmosphere again.
"...How.. did she have eggs..?" He found it hard to breathe.
Draco stared at him, fidgeting before whining, biting the edge of his own wing before replying.
"You know why, GB!"
"We- we didn't-"
"We did! Fuck, we did!"

They both jumped hard as something snorted from around the corner, Draco painfully cracking his skull on the top of the entryway.
There stood a strange, crystalline dragon there, it's wings feathered and a line of white fur going down it's back. Deer-like ears lifted up, one tilted to the side.

The strange dragon spoke in a calm voice, almost surprising them with it's knowledge of Wingdings.
"A sailor cannot blame themself for crashing into rocks when they do not know what a siren is. Why do you blame yourselves for falling prey to an unknown spell? That is like blaming yourselves for being trapped Underground by the humans."

A moment later GB recognized the voice.
"...Abyss??"
The dragon nodded sedately, coming closer.
"You are not at fault for what happened."
Draco snarled, waving a wing into the dark building. "She is a CHILD, do you have any idea-"
"Not by Alagaësia's standards. And again, you weren't in control of yourselves. Let it stay in the past. Saphira understands this."
"She's too young to be a mother." GB shook his skull spastically.
"You don't know who she is and what she wants. You remember why she attacked Glaedr when you two had your eggs."

They both blinked. "How do you know that?" Draco demanded.
Glowing aquamarine eyes blinked at them, cat-like and seeing far more than they could.
"I am Memory." He said in a different voice.
"I remember what is forgotten and know what is not." Looking inside the building, he blinked, returning somewhat to normalcy.
"She has wanted to be a mother, and not just to stop herself from being the last female of her kind."

GB sighed, looking inside. "We.. we know." He admitted. "She's still so young.."
"You know she has seen and experienced worse." Abyss pointed out.
"She has memories of her race. Glimpses of ages in her mind. And the war is not kind, yet she is still ferocious despite her age. Dragons here will always be more wild than you. That is something you have to remember. You are civilized; she- they- are not."
"But they're close enough-"
"It's not about acting civilized, GB. There is a divide no matter if she can speak and respect others. She may be tame, but she is not domestic."

There was a strange glint in his eyes as he then pushed past Draco.
"There is something I must do."
"What? She's not gonna let you close." Draco warned.
"She will." With that, he entered the building, approaching a semicircle of massive bricks piled around a campsite within.
GB and Draco looked on with anxiety, leaning on each other.

But the strange changeling simply stood on the wall, ducking under a sudden pennant of bluish yellow flame, snarl echoing through the chamber. Undeterred, he climbed in, ignoring the vicious snarl until it lessened to a continuous growl, echoing around them.
Leave. She finally deigned to speak, jaws snapping.
𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚝.

The growl deepened. I will cut your belly open and tear your wings to ribbons.
αη∂ тнєу ωιℓℓ яєgяσω. 𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗.
A glowing whitish eye regarded a glittering blue one.
уσυ кησω тнєу αяє ησт ηαтυяαℓ. 𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙.
I require no help from you. Begone.

She hissed louder as an egg floated up, gleaming with blue. A new voice harshly ordered her to calm herself, Abyss glancing at the saddlebags as a waving, ephemeral aquamarine tendril curled around the oval shape.
тнιѕ ωσяℓ∂ ιѕ υηρяєραяє∂ ƒσя ѕυ¢н υηєχρє¢тє∂ нαℓƒℓιηgѕ. An echoing voice noted distantly.
αη∂ ιт нαѕ вєєη ѕσ ℓσηg ωιтн тнє яєαℓмѕ ѕσ ∂ιѕαѕтяσυѕ.. тнєу нανє вєєη вσяη ємρту.

Saphira hissed, trembling slightly.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚊ë𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. Abyss pointed out, regarding her again.
My eggs.. She hissed lowly. Cannot be stillborn. They are.. too few.

𝙽𝚘, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎. Abyss agreed, studying the whitish surface. A hybrid. There were eight in total, all of them. Each a different color, often swirled with a hint of another and all streaked with a slightly porous white.
One of them was entirely white, almost resembling marble.
Another was grey like fog and smoke blurring together.

A third was bright green like fresh grass and limes, another darker like pine and sage bushes.
Yet another was teal and sea green, white swirls making it look almost like a stormy ocean.
And the egg in their grip was a rich navy, speckled in white like an evening sky.
Lastly, a dark crimson egg stood out from the rest, fiery and unmistakable. And it, just like all the others, was dead.

𝚆𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚡 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. Abyss decided.
How? Glaedr's sonorous voice spoke up.
How might you undo death when one never lived in the first place?
тнє вσ∂у ιѕ вυт α νєѕѕєℓ ƒσя тнє ѕριяιт. тнєѕє αяє σηℓу ємρту, ησт υηιηнαвιтαвℓє. Soul spoke from within.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐.. 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. Abyss added as a talon gently brushed the shell.

You can do that? Saphira questioned before she twitched. Will they still be mine, then?
Glowing eyes flicked towards her.
𝙾𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎? 𝙽𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜. He set down the now faintly gleaming egg, letting her nudge it close to her side protectively.

She snarled faintly as he gently took another in his claws, but did not stop him. It was only instinct that bade her to protect them.
This was the rich maroon, carmine and faintly scarlet egg. 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖? He asked, looking to the mother.
Saphira blinked, not looking away from her egg.
Perhaps. I have had little time to think of this.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚜.
...A part of me knew. She admitted. But I did not believe it. How could I? We are such different creatures. We are all dragons, but so far removed it seemed impossible.
He looked away, trading the red for the oceanic egg with a wince.

ραят σƒ нσω мσηѕтєяѕ ρяσραgαтє ιηνσℓνєѕ ∂єѕιяє. ιт ιѕ α вση∂ σƒ тнєιя ѕσυℓѕ, αη∂ тнυѕ, мαgι¢. Soul spoke.
уσυ ∂єѕιяє∂ ѕтяσηgℓу, αη∂ ιη тнє ¢σηƒυѕιση σƒ ѕєραяαтє мαgι¢ѕ єηтωιηιηg, уσυя вσ∂у тσσк ιη тнє мαgι¢ αη∂ тяєαтє∂ ιт α¢¢σя∂ιηgℓу. уєт, уσυя кιη∂ ιѕ ѕтιℓℓ мσяє мαттєя тнαη мσηѕтєяѕ, αη∂ тнυѕ нαѕ ¢яєαтє∂ тнє ƒιяѕт ∂яαgσηѕ тнαт αяє ησт єηтιяєℓу ƒℓєѕн. уσυ αяє тнє мσтнєя σƒ α ηєω яα¢є.

Leaning closer, the god slid the egg back into place.
ωє ¢αηησт вє ѕυяє ιƒ ωнαт нαρρєηє∂ тσ уσυ ¢αη єνєя вє яєρℓι¢αтє∂. уσυ мαу вє тнє σηℓу ∂яαgση тσ єνєя ¢αяяу мσηѕтєя нαℓƒℓιηgѕ. σηℓу тιмє ωιℓℓ тєℓℓ нσω тнιηgѕ ωιℓℓ вє.
She lowered her head, chin brushing against her brood. Is that a warning?

𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕. Abyss pointed out. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚢𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚜.
He then leaned close again, voice dropping.
𝚈𝚘𝚞.. 𝚍𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗?

At that, Saphira hissed.
There is nowhere safe for them. I.. do not wish to part with them. But I must. There was pain in her voice, a faint whine on her breath.
But where will they be safe?
He hummed, taking another egg and frowning slightly at it, the frown shifting to sorrow as he faced her.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚎𝚝𝚊'𝚜 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚁𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝙺𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚗- 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎... 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝.

She now regarded him fully.
What is behind the door, Abyss?
𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙴𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝.
We are running out of time. Are you sure he will find it? Or will we leave Vroengard first?
𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠.. He paused, eyes sliding shut as he drifted into thought.

They opened again and he spoke lucidly.
𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.
You can see so clearly in the future? She was faintly surprised.
𝚆𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚊ë𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐.

He set the egg down finally, a strange glint in his eyes. Saphira pushed it up against her brood, huffing slightly. What shall you do now?
ωαιт.
𝚆𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.. 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙰 𝚕𝚘𝚝. 𝙾𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎.

When she had no response to give, he awkwardly turned away, glancing back a few times before hopping the wall of giant bricks, crawling away.
Saphira hummed, still crouched over her brood. About an hour later, she finally settled down, curling around the pile of eggs.

Eragon was going to lose it when he came back.

. • ° ° • .

The sky was black, littered in stars, both watched serenely by the moon. Below, in a twisted forest of mutated trees stood a skeleton in the night. He stood unnervingly still, a small, glittering dragonet curled around his shoulders with dull, yellowed eyes. They were not without thought, however.

The reptile yawned, wings shuffling as it insistently tapped his arm with a hanging talon.
He finally jolted to life, meeting it's eyes and chuckling as it bapped him, snuffling.

"Are you sure? You're alive and breathing now." He murmured softly. The dragonet, being only an infant, simply bumped his face again, letting out a whine. Hesitating, he slowly lifted his arm, opening a strange round hole in the air, only darkness inside. It widened as the hatchling squawked and clambered over, slipping and rolling straight into the black, whereupon it vanished.

Blue's eyelights flashed yellow and he tensed before the round hole was gone, his arms wrapped around himself as he stared at the enormous cliff in the clearing ahead, a spire more than a hundred feet tall.

The Rock of Kuthian. It loomed overhead, a daunting monolith, a challenge to all who could behold it and remember. He knew his name, who he was. He was partly a dragon, a dragon partly him. A piece of himself was one with Unity and vice versa. He was the vessel, the holder of Unity. He was a pseudo-Rider, not a true one, not bound by the same magics, but emulating them. He was a step in the right direction. He was part of the bond between the old and new age of both the Multiverse and Alagaësia.
He was the uniter. Eldgath.
After all, he was the Voice of Unity.

He was all these things and more. He was his centuries of time and experience lost to Resets. He was a warrior and also a friend to all he met. He was mercy and he was ferocity. A living paradox, and it was glorious despite his shortcomings. He was prideful despite his humility.
And yet, of all he was, he was finally confident in himself.
He was the Magnificent Blue.

. • °

He was wandering back to the camp, holding an unsettling creature in his gloved hands, watching it squirm and twist around, squalling.
Blue glanced up at the sound of footsteps, blinking at Eragon.

The human slowed, concerned.
"What is that you are holding?" He stiffened as it let out a little skree-skra.
"I don't know." Blue answered honestly, petting it absentmindedly. "It's a queer little thing. I've never seen a grub with such a human-like face."
He held it slightly closer, still keeping it at a distance as the human recoiled.
"I've met those creatures already. They burst into centipedes from a deer carcass." He shuddered. "I do not think you should be holding that."

"Well if it's flesh it eats, I don't exactly have much to offer." Blue pointed out, running a phalange down it's wormy back.
"It's.. almost cute. In a morbid way. Centipedes?"
"Little green centipedes."
"...Ink's created stranger." He shrugged.
"That worries me."
"Believe me, you should be worried. I fear what he's done without us. Someone may need therapy."

Eragon raised a brow at this, but made no further comment on the matter.
"Does it know you're inedible?" He asked instead.
"Well it hasn't tried gnawing on me yet." Blue snorted, jolting as it hopped nearly a foot upwards, trying to escape. He quickly snatched it out of the air, alarmed at how close to Eragon it had gotten.

"... Maybe you should go." He noted.
The human readily agreed, backpedaling from him.
"Don't worry, I'll let him go somewhere far from here." He smiled encouragingly at him. "You just look for your name."
"Right. Thank you." Eragon nodded distractedly, hurrying to get away from the odd grub.

Blue frowned at it then. "Such a shame you're a little meat eater. Perhaps you only like dead flesh." He offered it a piece of jerky from his inventory, the insect waving its head at it before nibbling on the shred. A moment later it's skin split and burst open into a mass of centipedes.

Blue grimaced at the sight as the green insects spread out, surrounding the offering. It was unsettling, but also fascinating.
How had such a creature evolved? It wasn't formed from anyone's imagination.

Walking to the edge of the path and between two ruined structures, Blue watched the centipedes eat, finding they dug holes in the meat before eating around them.

When he reached the trees, he gently deposited the insects by a large chunk of masonry, sitting up and blinking as his lights met a pair of glowing eyes.

There, sitting atop the stone was a lizard with hard, bumpy scales.
"Why, hello there." Blue greeted it in the language of the elves. The lizard flicked it's tongue, leaning forward slightly. It's eyes were startlingly orange, a color that didn't usually occur in nature, something that nearly made him forget he was staring at something nearly twice his size.
"I wouldn't. I'm all bones. Not exactly much to eat there."

Its mouth opened, revealing a split lower jaw as it yawned, having not been all too interested in the first place. Blue snorted at that. "Does your tongue lay comfortably in there or do you pinch it often?"
The lizard, of course, didn't answer. It was only a lizard.

Blue held up a hand. "Can I pet you?" He asked. It blinked at him, jaws snapping shut as it flicked it's tongue at his hand. He let it sniff him, finding that it's face rather resembled a snake, down to the heat-sensitive pits on the front. It was simply black, scales thick on its head and turning into bumps along it's body. It's legs were a little.. off, but he couldn't tell how with them barely visible around the lip of the rock.

Eventually his hand rested on the scaled head, and the glowing orange eyes blinked. Blue studied them, looking past the glow to realize that they were faceted like an insect, something a little more unsettling about the creature. It couldn't help what it was though, so he accepted that this was a strange lizard with bug eyes. He rubbed it's head and it tilted into it, seeming perturbed but not against the attention.

Hand falling away, Blue huffed in amusement as the lizard stared after it as if asking why the petting stopped.
"I'm sure if you are friendly with humans they will learn to pet you too. I cannot stay and do that, though. I have things I must do." He assured it, giving it one last pat and stepping away. It flicked it's tongue at him again, watching him leave.

He'd stepped back on cobblestone when suddenly, he felt a ringing in his mind, suddenly glowing cerulean as a strong breeze suddenly whooshed through the trees all around, a faint hum emanating from the ground, the black sky appearing just a hint closer to navy before it all began to fade as quickly as it began.
He somehow just knew.
Unity?

I.. ƙɳσɯ ɱყʂҽʅϝ. The deity replied hesitantly.
Is there something wrong with that? He noted the uncertainty in the voice.
Nσ, I αɱ σɳʅყ.. ʅσʂƚ. I ƚԋιɳƙ.
You have found yourself and are yet lost?
I αɱ ʂυɾρɾιʂҽԃ αƚ ɯԋσ αɳԃ ɯԋαƚ I αɱ.
Are you not proud of yourself? You know you can always become better.

There was silence for a long moment. Then Unity weakly spoke up.
Yσυ αɾҽ α ɠσσԃ Vσιƈҽ, Sαɳʂ.
Thank you. He smiled softly. I do try.

And so he silently made his way back to the campsite.