WHO: A wizard (the
bestunrevealed) and a dragon (the
fantasycliche).
WHERE: Central Park
WHEN: Backdated to Monday night!
WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: A wizard and a walking bank of potions components walked into a bar...
FORMAT: quick!
[ She hates it when she miscalculates. When she's decided an area is clear enough for her to disrobe and change forms, only to discover that some dirty, unhomed human has been watching. It's not as though it's a huge hassle, but she prefers to pick her meals. Half the time the humans that sleep on benches in the park taste sour, and there's nothing like expecting a warm, juicy meal only to find it's gone and spoiled itself.
But tonight she's given the area a very thorough skim, and she's confident that she's had some privacy. Her human clothing is left in the nook of one of the trees, and she takes a moment to simply enjoy her proper form again. And it is nice, after spending a few days locked into that small, cramped little shape. ]