That’s something Gaja enjoys about flying above Nam’s river: he can make out the glistening shape of the dragon stretched out beneath the water. A truly wonderous sight every time he sees it. How very few get to see it, or would even know to look for that magnificent serpent under the shimmering water. A pity. Nam is a beautiful sight in his true body.

Not that he isn’t beautiful in his human shape either. It’s simply in his nature to be breathtaking.

“Gaaah!” Gaja yelps when Nam’s tail splashes him. He leaps back to get out of range (not that Nam couldn’t make a bigger splash to get him if he wants to). Being a fiery creature, Gaja’s never been particularly fond of water or being wet. At least today he’s bright and orange and thus not wearing one of his hats that Nam finds so odious.

The annoyance is fleeting, gone in the mere blink of an eye. How can he be annoyed when Nam’s already sliding out of the water all lovely and glistening. For a second, Gaja forgets human language.

Then he trots forward, full of bounding energy. His dark eyes are wide as the fix on the dragon, expression serious. “An urgent matter came up.”