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WHO: A wizard (the

bestunrevealed) and a dragon (the

fantasycliche).
WHERE: Central Park
WHEN: Backdated to Monday night!
WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: A wizard and a walking bank of potions components walked into a bar...
FORMAT: quick!

[ She hates it when she miscalculates. When she's decided an area is clear enough for her to disrobe and change forms, only to discover that some dirty, unhomed human has been watching. It's not as though it's a huge hassle, but she prefers to pick her meals. Half the time the humans that sleep on benches in the park taste sour, and there's nothing like expecting a warm, juicy meal only to find it's gone and spoiled itself.

But tonight she's given the area a very thorough skim, and she's confident that she's had some privacy. Her human clothing is left in the nook of one of the trees, and she takes a moment to simply enjoy her proper form again. And it is nice, after spending a few days locked into that small, cramped little shape. ]

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[While death is an inconvenience in this world, it's not one he wishes to embrace. But he seems to have played a winning hand; years in Slytherin House prepared him to know when to apply the honey, and when to douse with vinegar.]

That rings true with the breed of our world; they do not gather, and fight fiercely for territory... but they are mere animals, and so we master them with some effort as we can. I don't believe, beyond the very basics of your natures, that you can be compared.

[She wasn't surprised when she saw magic, so there must be something to that, too.]

What is your world like? Cities like this have sprouted on the landscape? Or is it less-- inhabited?

[ There's just a brief pause before she answers. If she's planning on getting to know him as Onyx as well, and she is, for the sake of magic, then she'll have to be careful of what she says. Onyx makes no secret of serving in the Dark Queen's army in the company of dragons, so Khisanth had better not mention that. Onyx has also mentioned that her world is called Krynn, so that's out as well.

This double identity thing is starting to sound a little needlessly complicated. ]

No, it's more primitive. Towns are far smaller, and you would never find a place like the City there.

[Snape can empathize with double-identity issues; God knows he was a spy so long sometimes he loses track of his lies... but not often enough that it was a problem.]

Primitive. Like something from this world's past, perhaps? I'm not sure you'd be aware of it's history.

I've looked into its history. Movies set in what you've dubbed "medieval times" are decently accurate. [ Especially Dragonheart. ...she really likes Dragonheart. ]

[Who wouldn't Sean Connery as a dragon?]

I suspected as much. Pre-industrial. This place must be quite a change for you.

[ This is a dragon-shrug. It involves a lot more wing-movement than you might expect. ]

It wasn't difficult to adapt. [ lies ] And what of your own world?

I am from a world not -- unlike this one, but not of it, either. In my world, wizards and witches like myself live along side the non magical, but not with them, not very easily.

[This is the part where nearly all Magical and Muggle matings that he knows of go terribly south is not mentioned. Snape doesn't know one happy 'mixed' couple, ever..]

Why not?

[ She should be feigning apathetic disinterest, but... man, this is actually pretty interesting. ]

They feared power they didn't have or understand. Eventually took to setting us on fire. Which was fairly useless, as we all know anti-burning charms, for the most part.

[It's almost boring, really, if one is prepared for it.]

Muggles fear us, once they understand what we can do and they cannot. Resentment is often common. Some adjust when it's family -- wizards can be born to the magicless.

[ She snorts to hear that, cocking her head in clear amusement. ]

That isn't just "muggles". It's a running theme among humans to fear what they can't understand-- and especially to fear power. [ Rightfully so though, in her case. ]

[Rightfully so, in several wizard's cases, in turn. Tom Riddle was not right from day one, after all. Some people just aren't.]

Or lust for it. But one's reach can too often exceed one's grasp.