Q:"Life is like that. Some just go along with it."
"I am aware of what life is like, Sir Knight." Beachcomber gave a flick of his tail and curled up more securely under the throne.
"Life for one should not necessitate the end of life for another. Life meeting its natural end births more life, but forcing others to perish… hmph."
Q:"That your magic does not help knights at all?"
"Knights live by the sword. Knights die by the sword. Knights at their best are defenders, at their worst… conquerors, murderers… It is my choice not to assist them. I advise, but I do not assist."
Q:"Can you show me your magic?"
A deep sigh from the dragon sent a plume of purple smoke swirling from beneath the throne in lazy ringlets. “But first… if you could please repeat the thing I said before you asked that question… and contemplate it for a moment…”
Q:"To serve a life of justice and peace."
The dragon chuckled heartily, tail pulling out of sight as he rolled onto his back beneath the throne. “Surely you don’t need the likes of me for that. I have no magic to offer to Knights for their battles, I fear.”
Q:"So what are you doing?"
"Currently? Hiding." He plucked a treat from the small pile on the throne Optimus had left for him and slithered back underneath. "Festivals I enjoy, tourneys … not so much. Violence and bloodsport are not my preferred means of entertainment, and more than once some visiting citizen of another realm has attempted to either slay or entrap me."
The tip of the reptilian tail flicked back and forth against the dais’s step, the only visible part of the cerulean dragon. “So I hide. And those who seek me out usually seek me out for a purpose. So~ What is your purpose, Sir Knight~?”
Q:"It's nice to meet you."
"Mmmhmmmm~" Once satisfied with his investigation of the small form, the dragon swept up onto the seat of the King’s throne, curling around himself and resting his chin on interlaced claws. "And you as well, Sir Knight."
Q:"Just exploring the castle." She removed her helmet. "What's your name?"
What a curious little creature. What was this thread coming off its cranial casing? Wires?
The dragon sniffed at it curiously, nipping the ends of the strands and her strange little audio receptors. “Hmmmmm~ I am called Beachcomber~ One of the King’s… mm… ‘advisers’ you might call me…”
Q:"It's from traveling that you smell. I came a very long journey here."
"Curious~ very curious~"
His claws laced beneath his chin, humming pensively up at the knight. ”And what brings you to the King’s throne, Sir Knight Hmm~? When such festivities are underway outside?”
Q:"I-I'm King Optimus' new knight. My name is Jessica."
The small dragon slid out from under the throne with a luxurious stretch and descended the stairs of the dais to circle the knight, sniffing at her curiously. ”Hmmmm you smell of strange things, Sir Jessica. Do you travel often to gather these foreign scents? Or perhaps you dabble in magic?”
A wisp of blue smoke curled from his nostrils as he encircled the knight and laid his head down, pillowed upon his tail and claws. ”His Majesty the Prime employs all manner of strange mecha, it seems. Such a curious thing you are.”