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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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[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?

[She sees this frowning and tries to look around desperately for something else around that she can do. She's learning about a whole different world on the ground and being sad never helped anyone.

She nods her head then looks at the fish bowl with a grin. Her favorite food shrank somehow and they were much too small to make a pleasant meal.

Her nose catches whiff of something tasty as lumbers off to go find it. Uh oh....the kitchen.]

[Tris is going to follow you, Toothless!] We should at least try to clean that wound... [She's frowning because she's worried about you.]

[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. >>]

[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.

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