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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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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.

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"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.

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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.

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"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?"

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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?"

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"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.

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"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."

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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.