"My senses don't need 'recalibrating'," Prometheus grumbled, puffing at his fringe.

Aza sneezed abruptly, sending him floating backwards towards Hades at speed, until he gently bounced off of his chest. He squeaked in surprise, wriggling about until he was facing his father, and then eyed the broad expanse of chest critically, like he was trying to recall it from somewhere.

"I'll rather keep my draconic senses as is. Human ones feel dull in comparison," he continued, watching as Aza grew bored with Hades's chest and began kicking his back legs once more. He was quickly becoming more coordinated, and, while he obviously wasn't built to be aquatic, he was very rapidly leaning how to swim with a flotation device. Almost scarily quick. He was only a few hours old, geeze...