Kahgon chuckled at the returned jab made by his rider, nodding gently. Being partners for so long, Kahgon knew somewhat about Avanir's...condition. And even though the dragon himself feels no obligation to tend to the well-beings of his captors, Av had proven himself to be what they would call a friend, though he himself would never admit that. Still, as with overseeing the training of the worthless band of younglings, it was also his responsibility to tend to the well-being of his Rider. It was a good sign that Avanir was in moderate health this morning. At least, for now.

Right as he swallowed the rest of his bread, Calahna swooped in before him with a tray of fresh food. Kahgon gave a small curl to his lips, thanking the young dragoness with what would be an appreciative smile, though it may not look like it to others due to his very intimidating factors. But brutish and disciplined as he may be, it does not mean that he is uncompassionate. 

Turning back to Av, the two began to talk about the fresh batch of cowardly sheep that they were tasked to turn into deadly warriors of the Heavens. [color=9e0b0f]"Eh. Nothing but a bunch of useless sacks of meat, waving around their little play-things of brittle iron. They think they are destined to become warriors but little do they know, they are like fresh babes still suckling on their mother's tit."[/color] Kahgon gave a low growl as he gently spooned in mouthfuls of broth, politely wiping his lips with a folded napkin with each bite. For a dragon, he was quite hygienic and clean. After all, a respected former war general should have both insurmountable fortitude [i]and[/i] impeccable professionalism. [color=9e0b0f]"But there's nothing that you and I can't do about it. We'll break them and reforge them in dragon-fire. Same as what we always do."[/color]

Minutes later, his Rider had finished his meal and dismissed himself. Kahgon himself was still quite hungry, so as he pushed his empty bowl away, he grabbed another loaf of bread to idly chew on. It was then that Freya presented herself with a quick quip of her own in retaliation to his earlier mockings. So she must've still heard him despite being occupied with another matter. Intuitive as ever. Kahgon gave a small bark of laughter as he responded, [color=9e0b0f]"Dear Freya, know that your stinging words are only heeded by me as a mere challenge. Do not tempt me further, as I will undoubtedly take you thrice over, and more."[/color] Kahgon gave her a soft and teasing grin before finishing off his meal. Deep inside, he mourned for her shattered mind. Freya was one of the many examples of the unrest that Kahgon has harbored against the humans, with an exception of Av and the other White Doves. No matter how lavishly he was living at the moment, one thing still remained true of this world - he and his kind were merely captives and are only to be used as tools.

But the Freya he knows now seems content with her adapted life and for that, he was grateful. As long as she was in no pain, 'broken' or not. To him now, she was just as 'normal' as they all were. And so with a final wipe to his mouth, he threw the napkin on the table and stood up. Cocking his neck side-to-side to pop his stiff joint, Kahgon gave a grunt of a farewell and made way from the cafeteria. Second-bell was to be rung soon, and he would like to meet up with Avanir to discuss today's training regiment. Remembering that his Rider wanted to see Sigmund's new steed, the sinewy dragon proceeded to the Dome. 

But as he rounded the corner, he accidentally bumped into a passerby. He gave a rough growl of surprise, sharply taking a step back. It was then that he noticed that he ran into Damiana Melchiorre. [color=9e0b0f]"Ah."[/color] He gave a small sniff, eyeing her up and down. [color=9e0b0f]"Forgive me, Rider. I did not see you there, and did not intend to disrupt you from your way." [/color]

To Kahgon, she was quite a strange one. Normally, he would have instantly abhorred her just from her background itself. Nobility tend to treat his kind with the most animosity, and in turn, he had vowed to kill them all should he be given the chance. But from Damiana, there was no sense of that innate hostility, and there was also the fact that she was a Rider of the White Dove ; essentially, she was considered his ally if anything at all. Still, he cannot shake the fact that she was covered with a thick stench of mystery that unnerved him. Indeed, he was wary of her.

[color=9e0b0f]"You might want to hurry up though. Looks like breakfast is getting cold."[/color] And with that, Kahgon gave a polite step to the side, and was again on his way to the Dome.

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