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[stands up straight and rolls his shoulders, letting his scales flare out to shield his neck and shoulders. the ‘bracers’ on his arms likewise spread, shifting human limbs to polished, ball-jointed carapace. his gemstone eyes gleam from his forehead and with a last crack, his accessory arms grow and flex. the smell of the ocean floods the room.]

I am the dream of a stellar dragon, first-laid and last-hatched of its nest.

[it is a good thing he is already sitting down. because this is SO much.]

...Why?

[hm. he doesn't want to loom over the guy but he doesn't want to sit back down on the bed.

sits on the desk, crossing his legs and draping his tail over his feet]

Why am I here...? I would suppose your dream passed near to mine. Like called to like.

Edited 2023-08-14 16:56 (UTC)

"Like"...

[the fucking crisis is so strong. but he also recognizes... this isn't necessarily the fault of the person in front of him.]

On purpose?

[shakes his head]

No. This is unusual.

...

Do you want clothes?

… Do you have clothes that would fit? I am comfortable going without.

I favor loose clothing. Let me see.

[picking himself up, reaching for the beat up leather suitcase nearby.]

Thank you. I appreciate the consideration.

You said you don't mind, so I won't pretend it isn't for my own comfort.

[offering Moon one of his loose white-and-teal coats. hopefully it won't be TOO pathetic in the shoulder department.]

You are a more modest kind of dragon than my own...

[takes the coat and hesitates, considering his lower arms. after a brief internal debate he hops off the desk and moves away so that none of the salt from dismissing his arms will fall in the sleeping area. the jacket can't FULLY contain the tid, but he fastens it up most of the way]

Vidyadhara. Not a dragon. And it's my personal preference.

[kind of winces at the salt, did not really process he was disarming him.]

[tips one of his remaining hands palm up in an acknowledging gesture]

I apologize, I am not familiar with Vidyadhara.

Most aren't. My kind don't usually leave the Xianxhou, and as you can see, I was disguised.

[nods, lots of dragons and demons keep exclusively to their territories. humans too. and he certainly wears disguises.]

I see. I mistook you for a common dragon, such as my form is now— excepting my eyes.

I see... I'm unfamiliar. We are colloquially referred to as dragons, of course, but it felt wrong coming from a real one. We were granted immortality by the Aeon of Permanence, and these kinds of features are related.