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You might think that snakes generally aren't a natural predator of dragons. And you'd be right, it's just that this snake is so terribly unnatural. For instance, having consumed her, instead of moving on to a leisurely digestion as is customary for snakes, it causes her to appear - still in scaly blue fullform - on top of a red Honda stopped at an intersection in downtown Chicago, claws scrabbling on the paint with an awful screech, wings flapping to keep her balance. Shift? No shift? If she doesn't shift she has a shot at flying away, getting out of sight, shifting then, and appearing unconnected to the spontaneous draconic appearance that is now causing passerby to holler and point and take phone pictures. Balance first, she isn't that good at flying yet and needs to start from something like a solid stance, she can't flap right while she's actively overbalancing. There, okay, with considerable paint job casualties she can line up for a takeoff -
"Not really but I have like a dozen." And if she needs to she can cheat but probably not while she can't see what she's doing, that'd be a bit much even for her.
"Huh. I guess that works. I'll still want to get you to Butters so he can check you over, if that's okay."
"Butters is a guy I know - he's a mortician, but he knows how to treat gunshot wounds and he won't tell the police if you show up with one." He pauses. "I feel like I'm coming off as really preoccupied with the police. They're perfectly nice people, they're just not situationally appropriate right now, is all."
"Fine by me, American cops are terrifying. This is America, right?" French muttering. She probes at her foot, and feels like she's made enough progress that she can take off her shoe. Poke poke. "I'm making good progress, I'm not sure there'll be anything for him to look at."
"This is America, yes. Are you... Canadian? I kind of thought you were from some kind of dragon society."
"Huh. I've only ever met a dragon once before and he wasn't very personable, so I'm not really up on the culture."
"Yeah, it was at a particularly unpleasant vampire party, which is saying something. He told me my life was as a flickering candle and punched me in the face with magic. Like I said, not a people person. People dragon."
"Red Court. They drink blood, turn into giant bat-monsters, generally unpleasant."
"...and you would have considered yourself well-informed on the matter. Hmm. What magical creatures are you aware of?"
"Dragons, griffins, sphinxes - extinct, I believe, but people say that about dragons too - nixies, bugbears, perytons, Nemean and Bohemian lions, white stags, harpies, gorgons - there's a lot, I have them written down but not on me and I'm invisible anyway."
"...okay. As far as things on that list that exist, I'm aware of nixies. And you hadn't heard of the Nevernever. I'm beginning to think we have a more fundamental disconnect here than I thought. Are you sure you're from this universe?"
"Okay. Um. This doesn't technically change the order of operations here, but it does make getting you back home much more difficult than it otherwise would be. And very, very dangerous."
"And I'm Harry and this is Molly. I'm not going to say it's nice to meet you, because it's actually very unfortunate, but, um, greetings."