They didn't particularly need his help, so he settled flat on his chest and belly, enjoying the feel of the warm rock beneath his scutes. The strange, pink-feathered horse addressed him--and for a moment, Dragon simply stared, blank, poking quickly through his memory. The mention of Khloros prompted it to surface, and he blinked dark eyes.

"James! I remember. You were very small, then! It is good to see you well--and winged?" he exclaimed, and let out a short, guttural laugh. Even as he spoke, his eyes were trailing to the stone atop the horse's forehead--a stone he'd once equated to the demon Azrael's, wondering if James were its spawn. Well, the horse had grown wings, now, so--maybe? Though they looked admittedly entirely different. But more than that, Dragon was remembering having seen this gemstone since.

"You were at the meeting! In Orion," he said, peering at James with interest. "Ahh, I had wondered what had happened to you. A gangly little thing--sinking in mud. I see you haven't taken my advice," he added, glancing around, but his bass rumble was full of good-natured amusement. "What was it I said--the cowardly live, the brave die first? But you are here ready to dive into darkness to fight some unknown enemy. Ahh, well; at least it will be fun!" and again, his booming laughter.

Otherwise, he simply waited: there, if asked to provide his magic; otherwise, simply present.

@James (for visibility)

He inched sheepishly over to Carja. He hesitated, and then reached gingerly forward to touch the bead with his nose, just so he knew where it was. "Er, sorry, can't -- see. Have to know where it is first, yeah?" He cleared his throat awkwardly and focused, recalling how it had felt when the Blacksmith had cast his own magic. Had started enchanting. This was not a magic that had to fracture into an elemental type and be channeled according to its own rules; this was a plain magic, a universal one, like creating life or giving stone. It was something clean, tasting slightly of ozone as he focused on it -- it reminded him, somehow, of the Spire.

It was a weak cast -- that was traditional for him, always struggling to cast spells the first time. But as he breathed out a sigh of relief, he was confident that he'd managed it. He had opened up something within the bead, made it receptive, and in the process removed something from himself. Just a bit, but he knew he wouldn't be able to enchant something with such a powerful spell again any time soon.

It was Dragon who lumbered forward this time, when no one else stepped forward--they seemed to be quickly tiring, he thought. This magic must be draining.

"Let me help," he rumbled.

If Tahi-shei allowed, he'd push snout to the shared bead--the dragon was impressive, but Dragon's eyes weren't on her just now. They were on the bead, and his mind was on that magic.

A flicker, a flare, and he felt that his own power had gone out--if they'd allow it to usurp the open enchantment spot.

"I think it worked," he said, after a moment, but he was not entirely sure. This was all new to him, really.

Aside from that, he simply pulled away to watch.

Enchant needs to be cast before the spell to be enchanted, so here's the insurance to make sure the last bead's finished! Feel free to reject him IC if your char would

exit regardless!