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Oooooh, dragon!!

Urquhart isn't easily fascinated, awed, or made to gape.

But he will make an exception for a dragon.

A real dragon, which is much better than a legendary monster in his lake.

His lake?

Kédra appears to be oblivious. As Urquhart gapes, the Kantri breathes Fire onto something between his hands. The line of his body, wings, and tail say he's completely focused on his task.

Well. The tail tip is twitching a bit.

His lake, back home, not this one. Urquhart is from Castle Urquhart, on the shores of Loch Ness, and only heard of the monster yesterday. Inwardly, he is still chuckling at the mere idea.

Or was, until he saw the dragon. Now, this is a proper monster!

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The so-called monster is now fanning whatever he's got with his wings, slowly manipulating the object with his hands-

crack!

The Kantri heaves a sigh and sits up a bit, setting the two pieces of glowing glass down on the sand and flaming his hands and claws clean of the bits still sticking to him.

The dragon is blowing glass with its own fiery breath?

Urquhart is utterly fascinated now.

Stealthily, he comes closer. He wants to see more, while still keeping out of the reach of the fire.

Not blowing so much as shaping. Or at least attempting to; the stuff is much more fragile than khaadish.

He flexes his clawed hands, letting them cool before placing them on the sand. Then he stretches, arching then extending his neck, his wings opening to their full size.

Even Kantri can get stiff muscles.

Urquhart hides behind a boulder, fascinated like a child at the toy stall in the market.

A dragon!

Something the size of Kédra is extremely unused to being stalked. It is likely for this reason that he has still missed the small Gedri.

Right, time to dispose of this and start again. He gathers the pieces of glass into his hands and rears up into flight, circling out over the lake. He drops the pieces into a deep section then glides back to shore, landing lightly for something of his bulk.

Why does a dragon do such a thing? Perhaps they blow glass the way that humans blow their nose, he wonders.

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Perhaps it doesn't consider itself a dragon.

Kédra moves to where he hasn't already used the sand and hunches to begin gathering a pile of it.

He's an industrious little (ha) dragon, isn't he?

Of course! Sand is used in making glass, so that's what the dragon is using, too.

Urquhart may be a little too fascinated and stick his head out from behind the boulder to see what the dragon is doing?

He certainly has no other name for such a creature.

And still Kédra does not notice him, at least not at first. Urquhart has no aura to the Kantri's eyes, making it easy to overlook the movement. It's the very pale hair that he notices first.

"Greetings, childt of the Gedri," the 'dragon' says, tidying his pile.

The dragon speaks!

Very slowly, Urquhart stands up where he is, behind that boulder. Something speaking to you does not necessarily preclude them from killing you anyway. Urquhart has often enough killed people he'd talked to.

No, but still hiding when you've already been seen, in a place that a weapon (in this case, the fire) can easily reach, is silly, and likely to provoke an attack all the more easily.

"Greetings, mighty dragon!" Urquhart says.

Kédra ducks his head, pulling his wings in sharply against his back.

"Please do not call me that. Dragons eat men and cannot think." At least in his mind. He turns to the man, changing his posture so he's sitting rather primly, almost like a great cat.

"I am a Kantrishakrim, Gedri, and am called Kédra."

"And you don't eat men and can think," Urquhart concludes, standing straight and relaxed, and coming out from behind the boulder.

Anything else would be as ridiculous as that girl hiding in the tree.

'Gedri' has to be what they call humans, then.

"Greetings, Kédra," he says.

"Well met, littling," the Kantri replies, steaming a little from his mouth.

He's rather fond of boldness in humans. It certainly beats them running away screaming.

It would be stupid to run away, only to be roasted from behind, now, would it?

"What are you trying to make from that glass?" Urquhart asks, instead.

He finds it curious that most humans here don't give their usenames. It's an interesting custom.

"I had nothing in mind," Kédra admits easily. "I am not an artist of my people, but since I have the time to learn, I thought I would try."

"I'm sure that your people make amazing glass-blowers," Urquhart says.

A dragon!

He still can't get over the sheer amazement.

Even coming from a world that knows dragons are very much real and alive, Scorpius has to stop stare at the one by the lake. He's never seen a wild one before. That's truly rare in his world.

Kantri are fairly rare in Kédra's world, too. He is one of roughly 400.

He's also fairly focused on whatever he's got between his claws, carefully bathing it in Fire as he works on it. His tail twitches with the concentration, but the rest of him is mostly still.

Scorpius might venture closer to see what it is that has the dragon's attention. Only, in his world, dragons are rated XXXXX by the Ministry of Magic as dangerous and deadly magical creatures go. Even dragon keepers have their trouble with handling them.

So he'll keep his curiosity and his feet right where they are, thank you very much. Even if the dragon seems relatively harmless and too enthralled with its task to notice him if he was to take a couple of steps forward.

Right.

Just a couple of steps forward, then.

Completely oblivious here.

The Kantri works his hands around the glowing mass in his claws, trying to shape it. It's runny, though, and he has to work quickly unless he cools it by fanning it with his wings. Which he does, rearing up unto his hind legs to expose the mass to the air. Not too much, though, otherwise it'll-

crack!

-break. Kairtach. The creature lets out a sigh and carefully sets the two pieces of glowing glass down before it adheres to his claws.

Scorpius winces when the thing - glass, apparently, as he can now tell - breaks.

"Bad luck," he says, only realizing he says it aloud after having said it. He freezes up like he stepped on and broke a twig. Like the creature is about to turn his way and -

Well, the thoughts that are running through Scorpius's imagination right now are truly not that pleasant.

"I am afraid I am unskilled at this," Kédra says, half rueful and half amused as he turns his head to see who spoke.

"Greetings, childt of the Gedri," he adds in a light baritone once his gaze settles on the youth. He stays where he's hunched, perched on his hind legs to keep the specks of molten glass on his claws from burning anything, wings slightly extended for balance.

Scorpius is still alive?

And being talked to. By the dragon.

"I don't know any Gedri," he responds lamely, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his robes. His fingers enclose around his rowan wand. Just in case.

"It is my Kindred's name for yours," he explains. "A moment, please." He sits back so he's properly on his haunches, flexing his claws to break the glass from them and flaming away what doesn't fall.

"I am called Kédra, littling." He turns so he's facing the youth and settles forward again, placing his hands on the sand in front of his so he's sitting like some great cat. "How are you known?"

Littling? Well, he supposes he is one compared to a dragon.

"Scorpius. I'm Scorpius."

He's removed his hands from his pockets as soon as the dragon settled in the sand and now he clasps them behind his back. Most dragons in his world wouldn't have introduce themselves so he relaxes a little.

"What were you making?"

"Well met, Skorpihus," Kédra says, dipping his head and sending a little wave up his neck. "I was trying to shape the sand to glass, but alas, it is not a talent I am skilled in."

His tone of voice doesn't sound at all upset by this, rather merry in fact, but there is a bit of steam leaking out between his teeth.

"You were farther along in the process than most would be, I'd wager," Scorpius says thoughtfully, making a large arc around the dragon, though still keeping a comfortable distance away.

"I mean, I don't know the first thing about shaping sand to glass."

Kédra turns his head to follow the lad's movement, wings settling on his back.

"I know that heating it melts it, but little beyond that. I have learned that it cannot be cooled too quickly, however," the Kantri steams, clouds whirling from between his teeth.

[OOC: Am so sorry, got pulled away from the computer last night!]

[OOC: No worries at all. Slowtimes are love and, fair warning, I'm rather known for them.]