I decided: what the heck, let's give him a try. Voice-testing.

[strengthen]

Drem yol lok, mal gein. Greetings, little one.

[The old dragon rumbles off a laugh before he speaks further.] You are brave to defy Alduin's wishes. He has not been quiet with his krastov, his disgust for my being here.

Nonetheless, I am glad we may finally speak. Tiid lost rahn zey naal, it has been a long time since I have held tinvaak with any beyond the Dovahkiin. You say there may be others who wish to speak with me. [Paarthurnax's large head turns to peer into the void that is Dear Mun, as if to speak to those who might hold any interest in him.] Lov nid faas, approach me without fear.

I welcome all. Speak, and I will listen. Ferviit. I would like to hear of other suleyksejun. Realms.

[Just be warned: he's quite the talker. At this, another chuckle rumbles in the dragon's throat; his attention returns to his mun.]

Geh. You are not wrong. I hold a great love for tinvaak.

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My own dragon muse didn't wake up yet. I'll give her a poke later though. XD

[mangygrinnincat]

[This Writer has recently discovered that this mangy, furless, and tattooed cat can get chatty when he wants to. Not only does he tend to give advice, and observe--and speak in riddles--he also likes to engage in some interesting gossip.

The Cat has appeared but not very close, as he grins wide.]

Some journeys begin with a single step. Others start with engaging in conversation.

An elderly dragon who alternates when speaking in two tongues... That alone is very curious.

Cheshire is pretty great, too!

[strengthen]

[How interesting. There have been similar creatures in Nirn, but none quite like this to Paarthurnax's recollection. They could certainly never talk or... grin like that.]

Do gein hah. I could not agree more.

Perhaps to some. Qurnen. To me, it is normal, and you are curious.

:)

[mangygrinnincat]

[He's one of a kind.]

Each to their own, as they're from different walks of life, and worlds. This place being a crossroads, in between. [The Cat says in mild amusement.]

Most cats are curious. Some are more cautious than others.

[strengthen]

Uliid. You are correct. I find that fascinating, as lein skuld, the doors between worlds are normally closed. I am compelled to understand that which does not come from mine.

[Paarthurnax parts his jaws a bit, as though grinning himself.] And which are you, zurun gein? Strange one?

[mangygrinnincat]

That makes two of us. Two other places I know of are like that.

[As for his question.] A little of both. Those who'd learn but do not think, would be lost. Those who think but do not learn would be in great danger.

oh wow fancy meeting you here!

[mightcontrolled]

[There's a man dressed in blue walking up to the dragon. He seems only peripherally surprised, but not in a way that would suggest that seeing a dragon is out of place. Rather, he just didn't expect to see this dragon.]

Drem yol lok.

[He can only imagine how upset Alduin is about this, but he finds himself curious enough to want to engage the dragon in a conversation.

For a moment, he wonders how much Paarthurnax knows about him. He's almost sure that he's at least vaguely aware that his brother has befriended a half-demon, but he knows that in these matters, it's always best to be formal. Dragons are just as big on respect as he himself is -- a trait that played a key role in his relationship with Alduin.]

My name is Vergil. I'm a fahdon of your brother's.

[It would figure that the only person that Vergil considers a friend (outside of Dante and Albert, anyway) is a massive, ancient dragon.]

don't lie you can't spell

[strengthen]

[The use of Dovahzul comes as a stark surprise, for this stranger does not come from Nirn. He can tell that much just by looking at him. After an explanation, however, the reason becomes clear. Paarthurnax's spaded tail waves curiously behind him.]

Hmmm... Kusah. Most interesting. I have heard your name, Vergil. Buld eldraag, your presence surprises me. Nid lokaal. Alduin holds no kinship for any but his own kind. [Unless he's changed, but... the old dragon sincerely doubts that's come to pass. His elder brother lost his way a long time ago. For this man, there are many questions he wishes to ask, but he starts with this:] Why do you approach me? Nid grah, not to fight me, I assume... For though he desires dii dinok - my death, he would come to battle me himself.