Dragon

[draconic_historian]

[video. The screen is initially filled entirely with a giant yellow, reptillian eyeball surrounded by brownish red scales. It backs off to reveal the head of what is unmistakably a dragon. You even catch a thin wisp of smoke emerging from one nostril.]

What a useful toy this is. I just wish it was a little bigger.

A minor matter that I can address later. Know that you have the honor of meeting the dragon Ricasthix. I have decided that your cause is a noble one, and will offer you with what aid that I can in the coming battle against this oppressive reign.

[Action.]

Ricasthix flew over the city, memorizing the layout and eying the people. Specifically, he was looking for a suitably out of the way place to set up his new lair. That he might have caused alarm in the populace was a low worry. He wasn't planning on eating anyone, so they might as well start getting used to him.

Comments

[draconic_historian]

Then, logically, it would follow that you aren't a dragon.

[flightlessbird]

Of course I am. [ like it's just completely obvious ] I am only in my other shape right now.

[draconic_historian]

I can't fly or breathe fire in my human form either.

[flightlessbird]

[ staring, NOT SEEING HIS POINT. but then she shrugs. ]

Where are you? I want to see you without this small window.

[draconic_historian]

At the moment, I'm on the roof of a large building of some kind.

[He glances off to the side.]

Looks like it has a big white dome on one corner with a spire on it.

[flightlessbird]

[ she considers it, then nods. ]

Yes, I know there. I will be there soon, do not leave.

[draconic_historian]

If I must.

[When she arrives, she'll find Ricasthix rather hard to miss. He's thirty eight feet long and red. His tail is hanging over the edge of the building and twitching like a cat's, and his head is visible on a medium length snake-like neck, scanning around the city.]

[flightlessbird]

[ She spends all of her being-impressed time a good distance away, as soon as he comes into sight. By the time she actually hauls herself up onto the edge of the roof, she's back to looking pretty nonchalant. Well, as nonchalant as someone can be wrapped up in a large, furry winter coat. She makes straight for his head, dark eyes wide and interested. ]

You're very large! How old are you?

[draconic_historian]

[Face to face, he is intimidatingly large.]

One hundred and seventy two. I'm probably going to get a lot bigger over the next few centuries.