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[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[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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[warpingwings.livejournal.com]

[His only answer is only a grin. Dogfights are the best.]

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[And that gets a chuckle back.]

[warpingwings.livejournal.com]

Anyway, I won't keep the two of you, if there's somewhere else you want to be

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[He nods.] We do rather have things that need sorting out.

[warpingwings.livejournal.com]

[He nods, and folds his wings back down, so that Kurt can pass by.]

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[He drops back into human form, looks at a hand then back up at the dragon.]

Well, then. It's been a pleasure meeting you.

[warpingwings.livejournal.com]

Likewise.