Now this was food for thought. Dragon wasn't all that familiar with Giggle's readings; with how much of it was bunk, and how much was real. But she was as old as he was, if not older; she'd been around for as long as he could remember. She'd managed to survive somehow.

Not well, though. Did her 'bones' not warn her of what would happen to her? he wondered. Could the Seer's words--her warning to the Children--be trusted?

"I wish I knew others who could see through time. To get an idea of what it might be. And if her words are true," Dragon rumbled, thoughtful. "I do not know her well enough to know how accurate her words are. But Farina aside, that sounds... hm. Worrisome. This--'failure to defend.'" If the warning had come weeks ago, that'd have been one thing; Dragon had most certainly failed to defend against Draconua's recent attack. But now-?

What else might they be facing..?

Troubled, the alligator huffed a soft exhale. "I would like to know more about this... failed defense. Did she give anything further than that?"

Dragon felt just a tad apologetic; he'd wanted to switch gears, here. To chat with Hera as if there weren't great and cave-altering events ongoing yet again. But the Seer's words bothered him, and he felt it'd be lax--not to mention irresponsible, given how many children roamed here and there through Cetus--not to follow it up further.

The alligator gave a quiet rumble of thought.

"That might be wise--to visit her again. We can do that, then, at some point." His mind went over his brief to-do list: find someone to utilize rock and dirt magic; someone with light, with water... someone who could, perhaps, enchant. And see Giggle again. Hm.

Well, he could put all that aside, for now; the time was here for socializing, instead. "Well, it is good information, and I am glad you have brought it--and that you are back safely. I held worry for you," he added, almost sternly; the eagle's obviously troubled demeanor last time had left him concerned. "I do not know how bad it is for you now--the dark, and so on--but it is good that you are well, and I am glad to see it. And glad that you are home! What are your plans now?" he went on, and it was with an easygoing tone; he wasn't demanding a militaristic outline of tasks, but rather asking what a friend was up to these days.

Dragon laughed, heartily, and good-natured.

"Getting right back to work? You are free to rest here for awhile, you know--if you only just got back. But if that is what you want to do."

He fell silent for a moment--amiable, thoughtful. Then dark eyes flicked to the eagle, pondering. "Is there anything I can do to help you with this?" he asked. "Would it help your plans if someone went with you?"

It was not one of his grand speeches, by any means. It was only a brief, and reasonable question. But lurking behind it--as the reptile lay unseen in swamps, but far less ominous--was concern. Not the worried sort; just the friendly, almost helpful sort.

Dragon gave a quiet laugh, though which remark he was laughing at wasn't clear.

"Hm, as for our allies. I would not trust any of them. They have their uses--for now--but most of them are weak," he went on--thinking of Pride simpering before Astraea, or the Bonebound hiding away in Canis half the time. Not that the Children were much better, here in Cetus, but they did step forward when required.

See: Raheerah.

"Temporarily-? The Seven are still in Orion, to my knowledge--but perhaps you can verify that faster, with your wings." A broad snout dipped toward said wings, as if to indicate them. "And the Bonebound--well, you saw them last. The rest of this cave's inhabitants are disorganized, to my knowledge. If you can find us more allies--well. That would be... useful! But I do not trust any who are not of our family--not to put us before themselves. As is reasonable," he added, his tone reasonable, too.

They put their families first. The Children had to look after their own. It was only natural.

"A wise idea," Dragon said, "And something I try for, when I can. We can make our own children, as well; I have not done so in some time." He eyed Hera curiously.

"Have you done so, before? Created children, that is?" He didn't think she had; but he was only asking. It had no tone of suggestion. But perhaps she didn't know how-?