Archer hauled his bag over his shoulder. Now having done things with his hands and only slightly haunted by the memory of that moment, he walked up to the drakes. Most of them seemed to be in the river, bathing, drinking, grooming each other-
Wait, grooming each other? These things act so much like mammals it’s almost disturbing.
Laying in the water, two drakes- female and male- seemed to be licking at each other’s eyes and around their mouths. The prince pulled out his trusty notebook and started making observations. Was it some sort of courtship, since these were drakes of the opposite gender? Maybe, or it was simply a social rite one does as a sign of friendship or something of the sort. He would ask, but suddenly Sebastian came up in his thoughts again for some reason, and besides, he had matters to attend to.
He finished scribbling and put the notebook away, spotting the Zenpiri sitting on the shore of the river. His amber eyes flicked around, whether out of impatience or nervousness Archer wasn’t sure. Maybe both. In any case, he seemed to relax as the prince approached.
”Where is the other human?” the Zenpiri rumbled.
“He went to get food for the journey,” he said as he bowed. “He’ll be here soon.”
The drake pawed the ground. “Other zunthos reported recently that humans with sharp things and hard skins were in the area. They seemed to be moving in our direction.”
Archer’s breathing quickened, all other thoughts driven from his mind. More knights. Could he convince them to join to? That depends… They may not be in the mood for diplomacy.
“We’ll need to leave soon,” he said, almost to himself as much as to the Zenpiri.
“Of course,” the drake swayed his tail. “When the other human comes, you may choose your mounts and we will depart.”
He glanced up. “Thank you, Zenpiri,” he smiled. “We would appreciate a faster mode of transport.”
He seemed to nod, silent. Archer bowed and went to the river. Managing to find a space that wasn’t crowded with drakes, he bent down to wash his face. Then he rose, internally preparing himself for what was to come.