[Flayme]

"Ah, a month... Right." Han rolled his eyes a bit. A month seemed excessive to the impatient man. The sooner these dragons bred, the sooner they could breed again... More kits, more happy dragon masters, more money... Pushing them too hard, too fast was only going to end in disappointment however, he had to admit.

"We'll give them a month, and then if they still aren't cooperative, then we'll introduce one of the more aggressive seeders from Valhalla." He said decidedly and scribbled on his clipboard once again.

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Nym smiled a bit. "I'm sure I'll become accustomed to Avalon sooner than later..." He said quickly. He didn't want to even suggest the thought of be thrust with more aggressive dragons, wether the habitat was more suited for him or not. He'd get by taking a dip to cool off every once in a while, he was sure.

"I like water, though I must say I'm not the most elegant when it comes to swimming. I'm afraid having feathers puts a hamper on moving anywhere very quickly in water... And I'm not most skilled at swimming in this form either." Nym continued and shifted his weight a bit as he gestured at himself. "I suppose flying is more of my thing..." Leaping and gliding from cliff to canyon, through snow and over rocks was what Nym was practically designed to do, not that he had ever done much of that at all before.. He supposed he had been rather lucky to be tolerated indoors at home most of the time. "Not that I expect to be able to travel very high here." He glanced upwards. He was positive that there had to be some sort netting or barrier to stop them from simply flying out... That would be too easy.