I am He-he-hector, it is a-a-a pleasure to meet ano-no-nother race with mandibles. I am of wondering if you are accepting of thought-talk.""[/color]
"-a chirrp that seems to be in an inquisitive tone of which the translator does not pick up- Well, I like to believe that I am of the more thoughtful of my species yes. As for the mandibles, do you not sing as well with them? Are our type how would you say... of a linage that is not common?" You notice that it seems as though his thoughts and mind are too different from your own to allow you to communicate with him telepathically, it feels almost as though trying to shout against an orchestra in hopes that the players would hear you.
"I was actually implying the Target Specimen. The one we came here to capture. Your biological systems are obviously originated in a different planet than this one, from what I can tell."
Nick then briefly shows the Noble Xenos the sketch of the Dragon thing.
He-Who-Touches-Clouds examines your sketches with a slight clicking sound as he looks over the various diagrams,
"The internal art, have you met the horror before and become acquainted with it's innards? As for our relation, the horrors and the crystals as legends go arrived at the same time that the clouds did. According to our ancient stories there was a time when only those who burrowed deep beneath the earth survived as all would perish at the surface. Than one cycle it all changed as the surface darkened and cooled. Once our people could look upwards without being blinded we saw the brilliant shining crystals glinting near the clouds as the horrors danced among them. In turn we learned to sing so that the horrors would not strike us, and from them we were taught how to dance beneath the clouds." he recites this lore with a sort of glazed expression to his face, as though it was more a real memory as opposed to a story one would tell a child. From your close perspective to him, it almost seems as though the crystalline dust lining his gossamer wings dances to the tale whilst an undercurrent to his own voice gives it a musical twist.
((for moving on to the planet, simply vote as to when you'd like to change scenery, I am always tentative about forcing a movement on parties. Also, flying dice can arrive immediately from one of the cryopods, assume yours was simply malfunctioning and took a longer time to thaw you out.))