Re: Theo/J'mon
J'mon listened, quietly and attentively, as Theo explained the nature of dragons in his world. It was interesting if a bit surprising. Harvesting parts of dragons for magical uses was hardly unheard of where they were from either. Scales for armor, blood for potions, and the most highly sought-after resources of all - their tears. There was only one way to extract a dragon's tears and it involved literal torture. Taking a dragon's mate and holding them hostage until the grief drove them mad. Only the worst mages in history had ever attempted it, but it was a fate few lived through. It was what made J'mon so particularly protective over Gilmore.
"I take it the dragons you know are bestial, then?" the asked. "Unintelligent. They do not speak or possess magic of their own? This is not so where we are from. Even the wildest - the white dragons - possess some ability for magic and conversation. It is not great conversation but they can get a thought across. The most intelligent is the Great Platinum Dragon, Bahamut. He is revered as a god, though he walks among humans as a simple old man reminding good magic users to always be kind to strangers lest they encounter him. In between the two are between ten and fifteen different species. Accounts vary. Some claim to have seen certain shades but the accounts are unverifiable."
It was a simple enough explanation without getting into all the politics and nuances. "A dragon cannot be tamed any more than a human being can," they continued. "That chromatics, by virtue of being evil, are nearly impossible to even establish diplomacy with. The metallics are the diplomacy of the world. Powerful? Dangerous? Territorial? Yes, to all of those things."