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Two girls are moving their hands through the air and speaking together in perfect parallel.
Two girls are looking expectantly at a circle of red chalk on their floor.
Two girls have done something exceptionally stupid.
Nick in Elcenia
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"...What? No, they're scanning my credit stamp," says Korulen.
"So the stamp connects to a bank or something, and showing it tells the bank that you've bought such-and-such? Clever."
"Yeah, basically. There are coins too but it's inconvenient to carry too many."
"I'm beginning to think Cloudbank doesn't have much of anything compared to this place."
Korulen shrugs noncommittally.
Okay, crafts store. Wooden timbers, glue, canvas cloth, paper, an array of little metal tools. They don't sell bone and he doesn't know how to work metal, so he's not sure what he'll use for the parts that need to be harder than wood, but those are probably recoverable from his old glider.
It's enough that he has to carry it two-handed. "Before you complain about the cost, this stuff is to fix my glider. I know I probably can't use it properly here, but it gives me something to do."
It's enough that he has to carry it two-handed. "Before you complain about the cost, this stuff is to fix my glider. I know I probably can't use it properly here, but it gives me something to do."
"I wasn't going to complain," mumbles Korulen.
"If you say so." Huff, huff. The pile isn't that heavy, really, it's just bulky.
"How do you get around other than walking? Those little platforms run on magic probably?"
"How do you get around other than walking? Those little platforms run on magic probably?"
"I mean, I don't use a hover platform, I can fly, but they're pretty popular," says Korulen.
"You can fly? Without a ship or a platform or anything? Is that a thing dragons do?"
"I'm not a dragon, but yeah, in my other form, I have wings," she says.
"Most flying things I know use hydrogen to fly, it'd be interesting to see it done with wings. Would you mind?"
"I don't mind. Do you want me to grab your stuff as long as I'm shifting?"
"It'll come along? Great, sure, here."
She picks up his bags with a soft "oof", and then bags and elf disappear to be replaced with a large winged lizard with swept-back horns and scales the same color as Keo's hair.
"Like so," she says. Her voice is the same.
"Like so," she says. Her voice is the same.
"Wow. You look like nothing I've ever seen before. What's that called, the... Things covering your skin?"
"...Scales?"
"Scales. Interesting. They look heavy, but tough."
"They're sort of metallic textured," she says. "I don't have any loose or I could see if I could get it off for you to have a look at. Anyway, flying is like -" She checks the area around her, finds she has space for her wingspan, and lopes a few steps, flapping, to take off. She goes up over the buildings, makes a circle, and then comes in for a landing.
Nick claps his hands. "Beautiful. Muscle alone bears you aloft. That would be a bad idea where I come from, since there's barely any land to land on you'd risk getting tired before finding a safe place."
"I can soar for a long time, but I wouldn't, like, try to cross an ocean," she agrees.
"Exactly." He starts walking back to the school.
She follows on all fours, wings folded. Possibly just to avoid carrying the bags.
"You're not going to fly back? I can find my way. Hm, you'd have to wait for me once you're there, I guess. Oh, I never did see a map like I wanted to. Where can I find one?"
"I'm supposed to escort you, and I have your bags," she points out. "We could get you an atlas at a bookstore."