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Not since all of this began. It seems only to affect me in my— where I hail from.

[ Nice save. Nailed it.

His long tail flicks, craning his little wedge-shaped head nearer to her. ]

But we should get underway.

So you're just gonna play the odds until it adds up and bites you in the granite ass. Okay. Whatever. I don't care. [she cares, but she's moving on. Scarlet huffs, stomping out into the dark, away from the castle. loud heel clicking on stone until it grates on her (too much stone) and prompts her to veer off into rougher terrain right away.]

Keep an eye out for traps, will ya? I've sighted a few magic snares here and there.

[ He could say he's more wary of such things than most of the others like him, that there is a treatment at the hospital that restored his arm, but the moment passes.

Instead, he takes to the air and flits after her. ]

I can do so. Should it grow dark before we're finished, I can also light our way.

[ This is a world of magic, no one would question it. ]

Only when we're clear of the buildings, okay? That's basically a bobberfish lure straight to us, and I don't wanna be snooped on! You can see in the dark, can'tcha?

I'm not a nocturnal creature.

[ How dark are we talking, Scarlet? ]

Ehhhh, wowwww...we found the only other weakness you got! Amazing. Whatever, if it gets too dark, stick close and don't fly into any trees or I'll have to drag you by the tail.

Is it a weakness if I can illuminate my surroundings?

[ Just for that, he's landing lightly on her head like a winged bonnet. ]

[she hisses like a startled cat when she feels something on her scalp, reflexively flinching into a crouch and blindly swatting at the shape until she recognizes it's him. if he's not agile enough, she's gonna grab him by his dinky little waist and yanking him off her head and just handling him like some little action figure.]

Warn me if you're gonna fuckin' touch me!

[ He's a slippery little thing despite his funny wyvern body, or maybe because of it. As a result, he dips out of and away from attempts to grab him like he's become liquid at will.

He did let his child for a month cart him around like a toy though, so it's less a battle to grab him and more apparent it's only because he let it happen. ]

It was not my intention to startle you.

Yeah, well, your intentions weren't fuckin' clawing at my scalp, were they? [despite failing to get a handle on him, she continues to swat at the air near him as though he were a particularly persistent moth.] I don't jump on your head outta nowhere, do I?!

[ Okay, so he's just flattening against her head now. He's a gentle dragon, he's not clawing.

Even his spines are bendy, flexible things. ]

Usually you grab at or attempt to haul me about. Or climb on me.

After I got PERMISSION, ASSHOLE! STOP IT! [she barks it loud enough to echo around and startle herself.]

You do not always seek permission.

[ Has she so soon forgotten shaking him like a maraca?

He remains a flat dragon hat. ]

[well, now that she's scared herself by the sound of her own voice, she's not as wigged out about the little presence on her head. she doesn't like it, but the spasming has stopped. mostly. there is a slight squirming of skin where contact is made - like a changeling bit of heebie jeebies, if you will.

this isn't resignation, however.] On your head? Yeah! I do! Ass! Fuck. Ow. [she nearly rolls her ankle in climbing back upright, shoulders drawn up in discomfort.] Does turning into a lizard turn you into a brat, too? Goddamn.

You are the first to call me such, to my recollection.

[ He sounds ever so faintly amused to realize this, but it's gone by the time he speaks again. ]

Are you hurt? I can heal a little.

What, a lizard? Or a fuckin' brat? You sure are both right now. [she dusts herself off, standing stiffly.]

Both, actually. Bahamut is a divine servant of the goddess in my world.

[ And so, not a lizard. ]

But are you hurt?

A divine pain in my divine ass. No. I'm fine. Just don't...dig your feet in or whatever. It's weird. You're like a mayfly if it were a hat.

[she starts walking again, though progress is a bit wobbly; heels on forest terrain are not the best, but she's dexterous enough to manage it.]

What is a mayfly?

[ He's taking the most essential of details from this, now that he knows she isn't hurt. ]

A bug.

Do you think so lowly of me?

[ He tries and fails to sound wounded by this. ]

Hey, you're the guy floatin' around all tiny-sized. You're already low...er...to the ground!

[...]

When you're not flyin'!

[Or on my goddamn head!]

Man, whatever. Fuckin' weird when people are so goddamn fine with changing their shapes all willy-nilly n' shit. Cannot relate.

[ His tail flicks, somewhere behind her head. This is his only indication of what he thinks about that.

X to doubt, Scarlet. ]

I awakened to my powers in my infancy. Should I not be accustomed to them?

That's not what I mean. [hand flap; an echo of the classic Antigone arm-flap, but...y'know. just hand.] I mean like! Around other people. But like, that's what people want from you, yeah? So I guess that's different. They want that. [not her. no one wants a changeling unless they want some fuckin' subterfuge or assassination shit not linking back to them.]

Yes, that was my value to most.

[ The tone is far lighter than it should be for the implication of it, yet Dion is long accustomed to that truth. Foremost, what mattered was that he was Bahamut.

He knows his father would never have wanted him otherwise. ]