[He hears the water breaking above him and the sudden clawing at liquid is all he needs to know exactly how unfamiliar this much water is to the goldscale. The silver drake curves under the water and his neck arches to the side to swing his head and glare upwards towards the surface. The fish, at least, scatter like flies.
Nostrils clamped together, maw shut, he could stay underwater for quite some time. But... for now, he'd just circle far below and watch. If Ven's natural instincts kicked in and he dragged himself back to shore, all the better. If not...
Guess he'd have to do something with that sorry butt.]
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Nostrils clamped together, maw shut, he could stay underwater for quite some time. But... for now, he'd just circle far below and watch. If Ven's natural instincts kicked in and he dragged himself back to shore, all the better. If not...
Guess he'd have to do something with that sorry butt.]