[ It's a song of freedom, of joy — of playful winds and billowing clouds. She dives lower, skimming the surface of a rising wave with one outstretched paw. When the wave breaks she rises again, higher and higher, spiralling into tricks and dives just because she can. She spends so much time pretending to be (sort of) human these days, it's hard to find the space to just … be. Now she can more than make up for it. ]
[ She's coming out of a series of break-neck loops when she spots the island, small and verdant green, with trees and cliffs and rocky outcroppings galore. All things she loves to play with, and a perfect place to hunt down a tasty snack. ]
[ The song fades into a happy trill as she banks, wheeling around to fly a few curious passes around the island's perimeter. Except, as she gets closer … she realises that she can smell something. ]
[ Human. And something else? Something that's almost familiar, and yet not. ]
[ Huh. ]
[ She pauses, hovering in the air, when she finally spots them down below. A human. And — is that a dragon? She doesn't remember, she's never remembered meeting another one. It doesn't look like her at all. No feathers, for a start. She tilts her head, watching them with wide-eyed curiosity. A human and a maybe-dragon. A human and a maybe-dragon, all the way out wherever-this-is ... ]
[ And then she just ... chirps at them, like an exceptionally over-sized songbird. ]
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[ She's coming out of a series of break-neck loops when she spots the island, small and verdant green, with trees and cliffs and rocky outcroppings galore. All things she loves to play with, and a perfect place to hunt down a tasty snack. ]
[ The song fades into a happy trill as she banks, wheeling around to fly a few curious passes around the island's perimeter. Except, as she gets closer … she realises that she can smell something. ]
[ Human. And something else? Something that's almost familiar, and yet not. ]
[ Huh. ]
[ She pauses, hovering in the air, when she finally spots them down below. A human. And — is that a dragon? She doesn't remember, she's never remembered meeting another one. It doesn't look like her at all. No feathers, for a start. She tilts her head, watching them with wide-eyed curiosity. A human and a maybe-dragon. A human and a maybe-dragon, all the way out wherever-this-is ... ]
[ And then she just ... chirps at them, like an exceptionally over-sized songbird. ]