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[flightlessbird]

[ a flurry of leafy outdoor motion! and it seems to have cut in mid-sentence, or at least mid-shout— ]

—wanted was to know if I had found North yet! [ oh a face!! big dark eyes, huge scowl, and like the biggest, fluffiest hooded jacket ever. ] They were very rude and I would not have minded hurting them, or maybe I would kill them, but they ran away, and now my back hurts. Raafa says people who run away are cowards, and not worth anything. I do not want to see any of them again.

[ a pause, one heavy, frustrated sigh, and then she looks a little bit less pissed. it's good to have that out of her system. no onto what really matters, in the middle of this violent occupation. ]

Also, I want someone to teach me to write.

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[survivalism]

I don't think so.

Because I'd eat it first.

[flightlessbird]

You would not. I am closer to it.

[survivalism]

You think? I bet I'm faster than you.

[flightlessbird]

Then I will race you to a bear, and eat it first, and you will see you are much slower.

[survivalism]

[are there even any bears...]

I'll hold you to that. Provided you can find a bear.

[flightlessbird]

I will find a bear, then race you to it.

How big is big?

[survivalism]

Huh... seven to nine feet, if I remember right. If one decided to hug you, they'd crush you.

[flightlessbird]

No they wouldn't. [ just looking so self-assured here, man ] Maybe they would crush you, you do not sound very thick.

[survivalism]

[ look at you, you're tiny. ]

I don't?

[flightlessbird]

No. Not as much as me.

[survivalism]

.... You don't exactly look - or sound - very tall, you know.

[flightlessbird]

That is because I am not a dragon right now.

[survivalism]

... You're a dragon.

[deadpan.]

[flightlessbird]

Yes. [ bright smile! ] Would you like to see?

[survivalism]

.... Suure.

[flightlessbird]

Okay. [ unzipping this giant coat and starting to shrug it off, but she SUDDENLY STOPS to scrutinize her camera. ] You will not stop and end our talk, and then only write to me, will you?

[survivalism]

[ WHY ARE YOU SUDDENLY STRIPPING PLEASE STOP uh

erm. ]

Why would I?

[flightlessbird]

That is what Martin did. [ SCRUTINZES ] You will not?

[survivalism]

[ arches brow ] I'm not Martin or anyone else. Don't jump to conclusions.

[flightlessbird]

Good. [ one last... suspicious scowl... and then it's right back to stripping SORRY TO BB'S BLUSHING VIRGIN EYES. ]

[survivalism]

[ ... he'll just... discreetly look somewhere else. ]

[flightlessbird]

[ The good news is that it doesn't take long! 15 seconds tops, and then there's a proud little chirp from the suddenly-a-dragon all coiled up in front of the screen. She's trying to make sure the camera catches all of her, but she's like 10 feet of snaky black blue-striped coils, so that's not easy. ]

[survivalism]

[ well, would you look at that.

aren't you a tasty looking little thing. now he's conflicted! ] Impressive how you can just transform like that.

[flightlessbird]

[ She nods, looking terribly proud, and sort of... trills. Probably she's not going to be the best of conversationalists like this. :T ]

[survivalism]

[ Uh yeah conversing like this might be a problem... he hadn't throught about that. Either way he's still too busy being amazed and baffled by someone being able to transform into a dragon. And back, hopefully. ]

Ahh, that's too bad...

[ He scratches his chin ]

You know what tastes better than bears? Dragons. But I'd be feeling like a cannibal at the same time, so I guess that's not an option. You're lucky.

[ he's just kidding. mostly. probably. ]