Primus holds his hand to his temple for a moment, casting his thoughts out into the Noosphere, the semi plain of thought that all thoughts looked into once they left a person’s mind. He searched for the Draconic Language, and found it easily enough. Many ancient creatures speak it, after all.
He filled himself with the knowledge of Draconic, then opened his eyes and stepped forward.
“I speak Draconic,” he said. He could have just used telepathy to talk to the Queen, as that transcends language, but he didn’t want to risk setting them off. “Tell me what to ask, and I’ll ask it.”
He gives the Queen a greeting in Draconic.
He filled himself with the knowledge of Draconic, then opened his eyes and stepped forward.
“I speak Draconic,” he said. He could have just used telepathy to talk to the Queen, as that transcends language, but he didn’t want to risk setting them off. “Tell me what to ask, and I’ll ask it.”
He gives the Queen a greeting in Draconic.
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