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[This is not Thairos. For one thing, it's raining. She practically had to fight to get the normal storms to come to Thairos. For another, she woke up in what seems to be an inn that is far more opulent than even her famous teacher would stay at. Also, the lighting here is exceedingly odd.]

[There's very little chance she could have gotten kidnapped (and to what end, especially if she's unbound and has nobody watching her. So Tris is going to go out and see if she can't find the lay of this strange city. This starts with her keeping the rain off of her and walking out of the hotel. She is On A Mission To Explore This Place, and she is Not Happy about it.]

[Congrats, Paris, you now have one grumpy, confused, red-headed weather witch standing under what appears to be an invisible glass dome that sheds the rain, and she's stalking your streets like she's mad at you! Which she kind of is.]

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[And Tris is going to start walking for the hotel. Her protective little rain-shield is going to cover you!] Just... one thing. Try keeping out of my peripheral vision? What I did to fix seeing your power hurting my eyes is on my glasses, not my eyes themselves.

[Stopping her trot in midstep, her happy disposition isn't dampened in the least. Oh well, dinner will have to wait. Her dragon mind knew she was right and she turned around to move toward Tris.]

[Tris is going to make a little 'follow me' gesture with one hand, and she's going to investigate for a bit. Soap, soap, she needs to find soap and water...]

[There was no need to protest now. The wound needed to be looked at cared for and it was the first time she thought about it since she arrived three days ago. She followed Tris with a purring trill looking this way and that at the people in the dining room that really didn't seem to mind her presence.

Hey, this place isn't so bad after all.]

[Tris has found soap and water!] This is probably going to sting a great deal, but it needs to be done or you run the risk of getting an infection. [She's going to wait for you to respond. >>]

Uh- right. [He's going to try to keep to that, although it'll be a little awkward - trying to stay mostly in front of her and predict which way she's going.] Thanks for the rain-thing. [He's cautiously shaking out the umbrella and closing it for now.]

I'm a weather-witch. I wouldn't be worth my mage's credential if I couldn't stop a little rain from falling where I didn't want it to.

[She lays flat on the floor, wings wrapped tight around her body and her front legs cover her face. She didn't like the sound of it but it has to be done.]

Brrraawwwmmmff.

I guess not. [He was looking up at the shield, and watching the rain slide off it.] Magic really isn't very common where I'm from; it's rare enough that a lot of people who aren't directly involved in something dealing with it, don't believe it exists.

Magic like mine- ambient magic- is not nearly so common as the other kind. It tends to be harder to discover, as well. [She's smiling a bit bitterly. 'Harder to discover', especially if your family believes you to be possessed or something.]

It shouldn't be half as bad as what happened to you, but it will sting. [Tris is going to pat at you and then scrub that wound until she's certain there's nothing in it, and she's going to rinse it, too.] There. Now let's see about finding some bandages so it can heal properly.

[Bandages? She lifts her head and looks around. She's seen humans use them when she used to sneak into the villages as a hatchling but got into a lot of trouble doing it from her parents which eventually led to their deaths.

She lifts up from the floor slowly and the stinging was only temporary and soon forgotten as she was being consoled. The pettings were always nice. Warm hands felt good.]

[He's nodding thoughtfully at that.] I'm not sure how it went for Yoko and Mina - but they're both from families where it runs in the family, so as far as I know they were raised with it. I don't really know how it works for mages that aren't in families like that; I've had my plate a bit full just trying to keep track of the vampires and demons and all the rest of the crazy.

[Tris is going to pet at you absently.] If I can't find any proper bandages, I will make some. [She's not going to let yo walk around half-healed.]

Mm, it's not the sort of thing that really runs in families where I'm from. There are tests for academic magic, what most people think of as 'magic'- [There is totally not a tiny touch of bitterness there, oh no.]- but those fall far short of finding ambient mages.

...[Tris is looking at you and frowning a little.] Demons are real where you're from? [As far as she can tell, especially since the signs of an uncontrolled weather-witch were labeled demonic possession, there are no demons at home.] And what's a 'vampire'?

[She couldn't argue the point even if she tried. Protesting with a quick movement would only aggravate her injury. There was no need for that either. She flopped onto her belly again and used a claw to trace the pattern in the rug only to accidentally rip it and a quick look around to see if anyone saw that.]

[There is a very confused blink as this processes, and he's trying very hard not to cracked-nervous laugh at the "demons are real" comment.] Very, very real. A cult that summons them is what triggered my powers spiking back up again, and they've wiped out a small town.

And uh. Vampires are - basically undead? They used to be human, but were brought back by another vampire. They feed on blood, and can get pretty powerful and very dangerous; there's only a few things that can hurt them - sunlight weakens them, holy water and blessed relics can ward them off or hurt them if the person using it's powerful enough, and some blessed weapons can do it.

[Tris is going to find some bandages eventually, and she's a bit focused on fixing up your tail to notice the rug right now!] There's one problem with bandaging your tail. I'm going to need to have this- [Tris is touching your other fin]-laying as close to the rest of your tail as you can make it. [Ah, life before medical tape.]

[Tris is looking at you for a moment, very very much a lineface look.]

I suppose it's not any more insane than half of what is happening here right now.

[The thought that demons COULD be real is going to earn her the name Sparky here quickly enough, isn't it.]

[She looks at her tail and nods, folding down the other fin down as if it were a sail. It was easy for her to do but not so easy for someone to do it for her. Tough muscle controlled that fin and that can be seen from the wound.]

[Yeah. Luckily, Tris is not that squeamish. She's going to wrap that tail up and tie off the bandage.] There. That should hold.

[She looked at the wrapping job and gave a rumbling purr. She completely forgot about her little mishap with the rug and turned her body around to nuzzle Tris. The white was a defining contrast to her black scales but it was the purpose intended and not the fashion that was in question.]

[you are going to have such a special time with Sebastian.] It's kind-of funny, with what I've dealt with, to think of a world where magic's known and more common but demons AREN'T real. [His voice drops to a grumble]

[Black and white look good together, though!]

[And Tris is going to pet at you. Plus, you're basically a giant smart animal, you think she's really going to yell at you? It's not her rug. Even if she probably should be grouchy or scold some.]

[Purrs and nuzzles and now the smell of food got her back on why she was here in the first place in this part of the hotel. She motioned with her eyes that she was going there and gives a nudge.]

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