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[ If you looked up at the sky in the last hour or so you may have noticed the dragon that was flying about, spreading her wings and all that. She couldn't help herself anymore, she needed to fly.

And once she was done stretching her wings and all that jazz she landed nearby the castle, clearly not giving a crap about subtly. Then the dragon started to glow and in a brilliant light display shifted into a woman.

So now there's a lady where a dragon once stood idly stretching her human limbs on the lawn. Whatever will you do? ]

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My world does not possess a name, as despite once working together the gods do not agree on much. It was they who created us, among many other beasts and creatures.

'They.' ...Do you not know which one of them created you? Were you not created for some sort of purpose?

[voice taking on a bit of an edge, then... but what sort of edge is a little difficult to tell. He can't decide whether or not he is upset, fascinated, excited, angry]

Artemis most likely, we do not commune with the gods nor do they commune with us. Our purpose was to protect, to defend, to observe the lower races, to ensure the world was not destroyed again.

[again, he's quiet for a very long moment. It almost seems as though he's left the conversation entirely, for a little bit.

Finally, he returns to himself]

...Where are you?

May I see you?

...I am outside the Tower.

[finding himself relieved when she agrees, he will be heading out there without delay. He uses the trip down there to decide exactly what he's going to do once he gets there, as it is a little up in the air at the moment. He's acting a little more on impulse right now]

[he doesn't realize that some part of him had been expecting her to have run off, until he finds himself pleasantly surprised to find her there waiting for him.

He nods her a greeting, but is apparently skipping most of the other formalities, walking right up to her, looking her over as he does so]

...I don't know if I will ever quite be able to believe this.

Truthfully I do not blame you.

[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]

...Can you show me?

Show you?

Very well.

[he takes some steps backward as she shifts, watching not with the surprise and wariness of someone who is watching something they have never seen before, but with the excitement of someone who knows exactly what it is that they are witnessing, and are eager to see the result.

When her full form does unfurl, he can't hide his surprise-- and a moment of something that seems maybe something akin to nervous. In his eyes, that gleaming ivory hide of hers strikes a chord he didn't quite expect]

--Amazing.

[aside from that little bit of edginess, he seems only extremely pleased with what he sees. And, that little bit of edginess really has nothing to do with the fact that she's a dragon anyway--]

Your scales... they're white.

[he's a little undecided about it, actually. But, he realizes after a moment that without knowing anything about the clans from home, it would seem like an odd thing to point out to her.]

We don't get along, the white dragons and I.

[but then he finds his nerve to step closer, gazing boldly up at her]

...Hmm. You can't answer, can you?

I can... Words from this mouth can be dangerous.

[he wasn't sure either, honestly, he's so used to the words of dragons not being able to be understood by humans. He looks pleased when she is able to answer him... though her response is puzzling]

Dangerous? How so?

Our magic relies heavily on the words we speak, if the wrong words are spoken... it could be disastrous.

Oh my. ...And you have no way around that?

[he brings up a hand to fidget with that pendant he'd shown her before, considering something]

Are you connected to others of your kind in such a way that you don't necessarily need words to communicate?

Thankfully not all possess the ability to use such magic, but we do have other ways. We are connected through our minds, a sort of telepathy restricted only to my kind.

[a sigh.] I suppose it really must be true then, if here we are and our minds still cannot find each other.

[ah, well. With the odd mood he's in, he doesn't need much more convincing than that. He steps over to her lowered face, smile ever-present, though there is a sort of guarded warning behind it now]

There is something I could try, but I would first need to know how trustworthy you are.

And how will you find this out?

this person;

Aerava;

this person;

Aerava;

this person;

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