[she doesn't look all that different, and--when he steps a little inside comfortable conversation range as he has done before--he still doesn't sense much from her. Not compared to what he should be able to sense, anyway. And so, it is all the things that are not there that has him looking at her a bit wonderingly.]
I can't imagine it-- a dragon not created for and bound to the things I know.
[and then he steps back a little, a smile finally creeping onto his face]
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I can't imagine it-- a dragon not created for and bound to the things I know.
[and then he steps back a little, a smile finally creeping onto his face]
...Can you show me?