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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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[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. ]

[flightlessbird]

[ ...Huh. Interesting concept, BB. She kind of pauses, going still in that reptilian way lizards have, and blinks bright orange eyes at him. And then in the next second, they've filled up again with that dark brown, and it's feathery Artika back in place again. ]

Really? Have you eaten dragons? [ Nevermind the nudity, there's important questions to be asked!! ]

[survivalism]

[ Thank god he can ignore that. If she can ... ]

... Sure. [ said nonchalantly. ]

[flightlessbird]

What kind was it?

[survivalism]

... The big kind? With wings and scales? I'm not sure how you'd differentiate... they all look the same to me.

[flightlessbird]

I do not have wings, and neither does Savio. Although the gold dragon here does.