[in which a dragon goes through a bit of voice testing; thinking about Exsilium]

[noble_sin]

[This teen boy's got a particularly native-sounding French accent, though there's some odd squashing or stretching going on with some of the consonants, and an unusual harshness with some vowels.]

Oh, it can't be... you're not going to make me be like that, are you? Non, non! I will seem like a little fool, using language like—yeaugh! Not already!

[a rather childish huff]

I am meant to be great and noble! Why do you torment me so? Ah non, do not bring the mouse into it! You do not understand the proper way of things...

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[birdhousesoul]

[Anders pulls a long face.]

Mundane here says you're supposed to be a kraken.

[noble_sin]

What? I am not for being one of those. That is--

...a kraken is what?

[birdhousesoul]

It's a great huge sea monster beast ... thing.

[Anders attempts to illustrate tentacles by waving his fingers in front of his face.]

[noble_sin]

Ah, a [he purses his lips and somehow produces a noise like a songbird playing the accordion]!

They are not so safe to be near.

[birdhousesoul]

No, not an ortolan, a kraken.

[noble_sin]

Large, ...legs quite in many number? [he doesn't seem exactly sure that "legs" is the right word]

[septim]

Those who think they're meant to be great and noble seldom are.

[noble_sin]

[that perks him up a bit]

But dragons proper are emparenté, always.

[septim]

Being dragonborn isn't a guarantee to greatness.

[noble_sin]

"Dragonborn"? Non, monsieur. Dragon.

[he smiles gently enough, but with a great many more little sharp teeth than he had a moment ago]