"Shouldn't take long. Dragons have a fast gestation period, I think," Prometheus sighed. Yet, their childhood lasted centuries, far long than an Amaurotine's decades.

He flicked his tail, kicking up some sand, and slowly rolled onto his belly, getting his feet under him, "Yeah, an adventure sounds nice. Probably a nice, relaxing one... though, I don't know where anything is anywhere, except Ishgard, but since there's a hit out on any and all dragons there..."