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Thar be ~~dragons~~ Kantri here.

Kédra's hunched by the lake's edge, doing something with the sand. Why don't you ask what? He's not hard to miss.

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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.

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