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[calculusdragon]

Anyone who bothers looking up at the sky today might notice a large black dragon flying overhead. Anyone who doesn't immediately run for cover might notice the fact that said dragon appears to be rather frantic and occasionally yells "Laurence! Laurence, are you here?" in a British accent. If you happen to be standing somewhere next to a large enough spot for him to land in he might attempt to come talk to you.

[ooc: Because descriptions are key with non-human book characters: He is glossy black, with bluish markings on his wingtips, and blue eyes with slitted pupils like a cat's. He has four legs with five talons each and a pair of wings with six spines each. He has a ruff around his face and tendrils that hang from his lower jaw. He is probably around 100ft long, though he is far longer than wide and tends to coil his tail around himself when sitting.]

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[watsonyourmind]

Oh, great, explanations. Anything they said would sound ridiculous. Unless this was the sort of thing that happened in the dragon's world all the time?

Because there was no way he was from their world. Someone would have noticed.

So, holding Shirley's hand still, she tried to figure out the best way to explain this.

"Have you ever heard of, um, Faery? The place? That's supposedly where we are."

Worst explanation ever.

[calculusdragon]

"That is the place where wicked creatures kidnap babies to and there are cruel but beautiful queens and such, isn't it?"

He hasn't had much opportunity to study British folklore, and they're not the sort of stories dragons tell because there aren't nearly enough battles, but one picks things up here and there.

[nopolicelikeholmes]

"Something like that," Holmes said, and for once it wasn't because the other person had it wrong. She had totally forgotten about the baby-kidnapping thing - up until recently, knowledge of folklore had no relevancy to her life and therefore tended not to be stored in that attic she calls a mind.

Whatever the case, the way he was speaking - most noticeably the casual way in which he tossed around the word 'babies', but there were other hints - seemed to imply that he was very intimate with one or more humans. He seemed to regard the hypothetical idea of babies in the same way that a human would, so there was obviously some kind of close relationship with humans there, although Shirley hated to think that a being this intelligent was domesticated.

"Is it considered to be a real place, where you're from?" she asked, curious to know how far this relationship went. "Or mere folklore?"

[watsonyourmind]

Jane gave Shirley a look. There Shirley went, pursuing knowledge and leaving the guy with a completely inaccurate representation of the town. (She's pretty sure that the policewoman would kick the butt of any cruel but beautiful queens.)

"Mostly it's just normal people who came here by accident," she said to the dragon. "Like you did, I guess."

[calculusdragon]

"As far as I know, it it considered to be only stories, but I suppose some people do believe in it. Some people certainly believe in ghosts." Not Temeraire, of course, except maybe just a little tiny bit.

"Well, it was certainly not on purpose," he said, a bit huffily, beginning to be annoyed at the place itself, since there was no one else to blame. "Oh, but where are my manners? My name is Temeraire. It is very nice to meet you, even under the circumstances."