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[dragon_dealt]

The sky over the Milliways outdoors is blue and picturesque and scattered with fluffy clouds. There might be the occasional bird flying around, whether a patron or a forest animal. Also, you know, there's that big dragon gliding by.

Wait. Dragon?

Wait. What? appears to be the dragon's reaction too, at least if anyone around is good at reading draconic body language. It (she) soars in a great and wary circle, surveying the ground before landing warily by the lake.

She's huge, with green scales (properly brushed and polished, thank you) just beginning to go gray at the edges, and three horns (the third, stubbier than the others, in the middle of her forehead), and a quantity of extremely sharp teeth. "Now," she says to herself, "this is new."

(Meanwhile, whether or not anyone's noticed, the Milliways forest just got a little bigger.)

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[dragon_dealt]

"Kazul."

He can stroll around her like a man contemplating a sculpture if he likes. She's fine with that -- why wouldn't she be, when talking to someone a fraction of her size? He seems to have a proper appreciation for well-brushed scales, too.

The question makes her look faintly irritated, though it's not at Bahorel. "I was flying. The Enchanted Forest isn't going to be happy about having a world-nexus slapped in the middle of it, let me tell you."

[clayforthedevil]

He does have an appreciation for well-brushed scales! And the immensity of the creature! And the sheer improbability! It's magnificent!

"Does your forest protest on its own behalf? Shall we be invaded by Birnam wood?" It could be! There's a dragon!

[dragon_dealt]

"It's not mine. I don't live there, for one thing."

That isn't the only reason, of course.

"We'll see what Mendanbar says when I tell him about this. The Forest will probably push your nexus right out again. Usually it doesn't let anything get a clawhold."

She sounds irked, but not actually worried.

[clayforthedevil]

"Not yours by dwelling or allegiance? Does it belong to anyone, then--this Mendanbar?--or only itself?" Her tail could probably crush a village. He is very barely refraining from climbing on it.

[dragon_dealt]

The tail twitches. Pointedly.

Manners, if you please.

"Mendanbar is the king. But ownership goes rather the other way around."

With the Enchanted Forest more than most places.

[clayforthedevil]

Manners, no, or at least no more than anyone of his own species would get. So he's not actually going to climb on Kazul without invitation or until it's time to have a fight (he couldn't possibly win. And?), but staring and laughing, that's not going anywhere.

Applauding, too, for that manner. Even that little twitch of a tail holds wonderful promise of potential destruction. Dragons: Awesome as advertised!

Still, he's listening attentively to the politics. Always, always, especially when it's about potential dragon-kings. "The forest owns its kings, then?"

[dragon_dealt]

"The Enchanted Forest," says Kazul drily, "is a place with strong opinions."

Not to mention strong borders. Poor Mendanbar leaks magic like a brightly glowing sieve if he tries to take his enchanted sword outside.

"Which is why I'm surprised this Milliways found its way in."