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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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[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.

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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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