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Shyriath's Little Trip (alternate) part 7
ETTING OME O LFANDRA
Above the jungle's protective canopy the dragon circled its prey. The Guardian seemed to have changed its mind about having an additional before dinner snack. ::Or is it just being clever?:: wondered Cira. He tracks it plodding away through the jungle, glad that it seems to have gotten the message. Though he is surprised by its amazing resilience. He did expect it to be comatose from the gas by this time, not plodding how ever groggily away through the jungle. Regardless, the fight appears to be over. He circles the wispy column of smoke one last time before heading back to the beach. He is anxious to meet the other dragon and assure himself that he's done the right thing.
He hasn't gone far before realizing that Shyriath is on the path torn from the jungle. Intentionally loosening his wings they flap somewhat in the wind making noise so as not to startle Shyriath in a silent approach. He drops to the earth a short way in front and dips his head in greeting. The moonlight is shadowed from the path but his straight horns and claws shine with a blue green light that more than makes up for the lack of moonlight. What light there is glints from his eyes and scales. The ridge spines, which also glow, slowly retract until they are completely invisible; no external sign of their existence remains.
With the immediate threat eliminated his senses turn to the jungle around him and the strange dragon. (Surprising as it may be I can't remember ever actually being in a jungle ever before.) His senses are bombarded by all sorts of mysterious scents from exotic plants. And he is in a state of wonder at its magical variety and variations.
"Hello! I'm Cira. pleasedtomeetyou" He says with a smile and his usual Alfandra manner. "Are you all right? What's your name? And why was that Stryac attacking you?" His head is full of questions and he is vainly trying not to bombard the stranger with too many of them. Questions such as: does he know the way to the Dominace Proper? And would he like a piece of Cheesecake?
His mind is pleased with the way things have turned out so far today. Considering how horribly wrong they almost went. He works hard to forget the tactical battle data so abruptly crammed into his cranium; quickly returning his mind to a much more innocent state. He greatly dislikes fighting and would prefer rolling in the grass and playing with nothing more dangerous than a cardboard sword. With the fight apparently resolved he begins to bleed off the massive amounts of energy that were built up into the surrounding jungle. This is not done by dumping it to heat but directly to the proton gradient of the chloroplasts and mitochondria of the living things all around him. Green tendrils sprout between his claws and a thankful vine winds casually about his tail as Shyriath makes his reply.