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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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[Yep! The hotel from earlier certainly has a big enough lobby for you to walk around in comfortably.] Here, I know a place that's warmer than this- and out of the rain. You're much larger and smarter than the other dragon I know. She's made out of glass. [Yes, Tris is going to talk at you.] I'm a mage, and I have a student with glass magic. His magic got away from him and he created Chime on accident.

[She blinks and listens, curling her tail around her feet. Her head made a slight dip, wondering if that statue was on her person. Her eyes glance from the bag to the mage, repeating this motion a few times.]

[...Tris is going to tilt her head a little.] Chime's not with me at the moment. Neither is my dog, for that matter. You're the only dragon I've seen other than Chime, you know that? [Tris is going to... go to set a hand on your shoulder.] Come on, I can take you somewhere warmer.

[She nods her head and moves slowly. The hand was warm and she liked how it felt on her cold scales even if her skin was thick, she still felt it. The inside of the hotel looked very dry and inviting.

She was never allowed in such places before because people feared her, being young meant not really know much better. The wilds taught her more than she wanted.

She stopped to look at the door and back at Tris with a tilt of her head as if to ask if it's okay for her to be there.]

It's okay to come in. If anyone complains, they'll have to deal with me. [And even if they do possess the ability to kidnap her, she can flay people alive with her tongue alone. And she will.]

[And inside she goes, her head looking around from side to side, taking in every sight, every smell and even the sight of the rug seemed interesting. And the lights....sooo pretty! Her eyes looked right at them and up on her hind legs she went, sniffing them and pushing one with her nose gently.]

I have no idea what those are, either. [Tris is looking at one for a moment, then shaking her head and blinking to clear the light-spots from it.] It seems to use... some kind of controlled lightning?

[Getting down, she blinks a few times. Good thing for eyes that block out glare or that would have really hurt. Carefully, she steps away from the lamps, the beads on the shades swishing from side to side, she joins Tris through the lobby.]

[Tris is going to look at a lamp and prod at it experimentally. Hmm.] I wonder if there are people around I could ask about these. They seem common, and yet... they're made out of glass...

[There was a moth inside the lobby that caught the dragon's attention. Being a night stalker, she's never been close enough to see one. It lands on the window and being the curious dragon she is, she stands up on her hind legs and walks toward the tiny flying creature, looking at it without scaring it away.]

[...Oh that is so precious. Tris is just going to watch Toothless and smile because that's adorable.]

[The moth crawls along the window and those wide curious eyes keep track of the tiny creature. She's studying everything about it, searching patterns, looking at its movements and it flies to land on her nose.

She flops down on her haunches, her head turns toward Tris with her large eyes crossed. She doesn't want to bat it away. That deep rumbling purr resumes.]

[Tris is putting a hand over her mouth. Grumpy mage does not giggle!]

[The moth started to crawl to the top of her head. A clawed foot reaches up to gently coax it back down. Since the moth was so light weight, it was very hard to tell if she was able to get it or not. She lowered her foot to check very slowly. Nope. No moth. Time to try again on this time it few away and she caught sight of it.

She watched it land on the table and slowly she crouched down in a slow stalking motion.]

[Tris is just going to sit in the place she claimed and watch you, Toothless.]

[Her eyes stayed on that moth. She really missed flying but there was no way that she would stop something else from doing it. The moth moved about on the table, twitching its antennae this and that while the dragon did the same, mimicking the moth's movements.

It starts to clean itself and she does the same then shakes her head. It didn't quite work the same with scales.]

Brrrmmmf.

[That noise is totally not Tris giggling.

Grumpy weather witch does not giggle.

Really.]

[Eventually the moth flies away and her eyes watch carefully to see its new position which was completely out of range for her to see easily up close.

She looks back at Tris and gives a small grin and a bobbing of her head that she's very proud that she learned something today.

Sher lumbers across the lobby, sitting down attentively and ready to learn more.]

[Tris is going to reach out and carefully pet at Toothless.] I don't suppose you know anything more about where we are than I do.

[She shakes her head slowly. She doesn't know how she got here either. She pulls on the curtain tie backs and throws them over her back and rolls around to simulate being tied up and lays on her side with her eyes closed.]

You think you got captured and dragged here as well? [Tris is frowning.]

[She rolls onto her feet and shakes off the curtain tie. There was a sad nod to her head since the last thing she remembers was being captured.]

You poor thing. [Yes, you are getting scritches from Tris, and she's going to look you over for injuries.] Are you hurt anywhere?

[She reluctantly shows her tail and the tip is missing a fin. The wound has started to heal from the violent tear but the fact remains that she's unable to fly because of it. She looks from the fin to Tris with sad eyes then closes them to look away as if she wasn't a dragon but something far less.]

[Tris is frowning.] You use your tail the way a bird uses theirs in flight, for steering, don't you?

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