"Great Viridrigon," Erik said, his voice dropping into a tone of genuine reverence as he bowed deep. Beside him, Eldrin followed suit, his posture stiff, his eyes fixed on the mossy earth as he felt the crushing weight of the dragon's presence, even in this humanoid form, the air around him felt heavy and immovable.
"And here I thought I had been forgotten," Viridrigon remarked, his voice held a light, teasing edge. He didn't seem insulted, only amused, as he wiped the dirt from his hands onto his rustic trousers.
Erik did not rise to the bait. Instead, he straightened, his expression hardening into a mask of solemn honesty. "I had, in truth, forgotten. It was my son who remembered you, and it was he who brought me to this realization."
