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[soulkeepersong]

Thar be dragons Kantri here.

Kédra's hunched by the lake's edge, doing something with the sand. Why don't you ask what? He's not hard to miss.

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[scots_wolf]

Oooooh, dragon!!

Urquhart isn't easily fascinated, awed, or made to gape.

But he will make an exception for a dragon.

A real dragon, which is much better than a legendary monster in his lake.

[soulkeepersong]

His lake?

Kédra appears to be oblivious. As Urquhart gapes, the Kantri breathes Fire onto something between his hands. The line of his body, wings, and tail say he's completely focused on his task.

Well. The tail tip is twitching a bit.

[scots_wolf]

His lake, back home, not this one. Urquhart is from Castle Urquhart, on the shores of Loch Ness, and only heard of the monster yesterday. Inwardly, he is still chuckling at the mere idea.

Or was, until he saw the dragon. Now, this is a proper monster!

[soulkeepersong]

The so-called monster is now fanning whatever he's got with his wings, slowly manipulating the object with his hands-

crack!

The Kantri heaves a sigh and sits up a bit, setting the two pieces of glowing glass down on the sand and flaming his hands and claws clean of the bits still sticking to him.

[alsoagreengrass]

Even coming from a world that knows dragons are very much real and alive, Scorpius has to stop stare at the one by the lake. He's never seen a wild one before. That's truly rare in his world.

[soulkeepersong]

Kantri are fairly rare in Kédra's world, too. He is one of roughly 400.

He's also fairly focused on whatever he's got between his claws, carefully bathing it in Fire as he works on it. His tail twitches with the concentration, but the rest of him is mostly still.

[alsoagreengrass]

Scorpius might venture closer to see what it is that has the dragon's attention. Only, in his world, dragons are rated XXXXX by the Ministry of Magic as dangerous and deadly magical creatures go. Even dragon keepers have their trouble with handling them.

So he'll keep his curiosity and his feet right where they are, thank you very much. Even if the dragon seems relatively harmless and too enthralled with its task to notice him if he was to take a couple of steps forward.

Right.

Just a couple of steps forward, then.

[soulkeepersong]

Completely oblivious here.

The Kantri works his hands around the glowing mass in his claws, trying to shape it. It's runny, though, and he has to work quickly unless he cools it by fanning it with his wings. Which he does, rearing up unto his hind legs to expose the mass to the air. Not too much, though, otherwise it'll-

crack!

-break. Kairtach. The creature lets out a sigh and carefully sets the two pieces of glowing glass down before it adheres to his claws.