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[Why, exactly, is there a sandstorm brewing down this alleyway? ...Must be Tuesday. In any case, two figures well-covered in desert robes and wrappings are making their way slowly out of it, fighting against the wind, the smaller one held closely to the larger's side.

As from their perspective the barrage lets up, dumping a puddle of sand around the street, the larger one looks up and drops his hood. Piercing inhuman yellow eyes, harsh narrow features-
Oh. Hello, Kurt.

He looks down towards his smaller companion - his daughter, in fact, though she seems to have grown at least a little bit since she was last seen - and smiles...]

... well. Looks like we're back.

((Been a while, so trying to kick some life into these two with a bit of an update.))

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[Okay, dragon. Big dragon. He's definitely not in Agrabah any more. In some ways, it's really getting his head straight on that score... he looks over politely.]

My world.

[polite is good, although he's not one to take offense easily.]

I'm going to guess it was sandy.

Rather. [He gives a thin smile.] A city in the desert. But this was unexpected weather, to say the least.

[He nods, or least makes a gesture that's probably the equivalent. Human gestures don't really translate well to a draconic frame.]

What, this place? It's not exactly what I'd call weather.

No, the sandstorm. Pardon me. Hah - although this was plenty unexpected on its own.

When isn't it?

[He grins and it looks more than a little predatory.]

You make a good point.

Of course I do.

[smug dragon~]

A good skill to learn. [Pause. Might as well ask.] I don't suppose you could tell me if anything has happened here recently that might be relevant to a - hah, new arrival? Anything I should know?

What shall I get in return?

What would be of use?

You tell me some things, I tell you some things.

Simple enough. But I hardly know what knowledge I have would be a fair trade.

[That time, there's a laugh, deep and low.]

You're not really human, are you?

[A chuckle, returned, and dryly-]

Well done. You're the first person in over a year who's noticed.

[Layla, who's been watching this all, giggles.]

Here or back there?

[He knows about time shenanigans, yep.]

Back there. I couldn't speak for here - I've noticed a lot of people seem to be blind to what they want to be, though.

As if you don't get people like that anywhere. Back home you get people who still don't think we're sentient.

I wish I was surprised. [He shakes his head, a little sadly.] I don't know if anyone ever realised my kind could think and feel at home. Those of us who couldn't disguise ourselves as human, at least. So - I can understand.

[Xigbar snort in irritation. There's no smoke, as legend might insist there would be.]

You'd think us speaking would be an indicator of that kind of thing.

You'd think. Especially as you seem to be more adept at holding a conversation than some I've met.

[He grins.]

Same for you, actually. But I've gotta wonder, what do you usually look like?

There's not really the space to show it off. Though- [Regarding the dragon for a moment, and the wrongness of how he fits into his environment-] I see such things don't concern you.

Heh, yeah. The guys back home would be trying to see if it bred true, if they knew it. One of the best kept secrets in l'Armée.

Not a talent common to your kin, then?