"Humans aren't pets. Well I mean, I guess they could sort of be, but they're too ambitious to make good ones. They'd get pretty dissatisfied and run away I think." Not that it mattered. It was a lot more fun interacting with humans in their own environment. She could only imagine how much different they would act coming into the lair of a mighty dragon. Not that Tyr was a mighty dragon yet, but one day she would be, and she would get to see how differently they acted when she appeared to them as a much larger sky dragon. "Point is I think they'd make pretty bad pets. Maybe servants if that's your thing... I've heard of a few dragons that use them like that..."
She also wasn't advocating servitude, but hey if it was an agreeable arrangement why not? Tyr wouldn't mind the company, at least not in her currently extra social youth. "Anyway yeah! This town has fish and all sorts of stuff, and we can get whatever we want with a few shiny coins or paper with coin symbols on them," she stuck out her tongue and pulled out a few Jewels. "I looked at a board thingy recently... well I had to get someone to read it to me cause I can't read Fiorian as well as the languages closer to home, but then I did what their paper said and got some money. Sometimes I just take stuff and they yell but I decided to see what these paper things would do." She looked at them, holding one up towards the sky. And all it had taken was helping some human lady watch her cats for a day. Not bad, really. It had been fun to romp with the kitties while they sniffed her for smelling like a dragon.
Hair blew in her face. She unsuccessfully tried to blow it back out of her face using her mouth. Using her hand she grabbed the long lock of light green hair and promptly became distracted though she was still listening to her younger sibling. Fur… That was new. She placed the lock of hair behind her ear and dropped her arms. It was hard not to be awkward in the form and she did not want to be awkward in front of Tyr.
The little squirt could talk a mile a minute. In the months away she had forgotten just how much Tyr could talk. This current talk of paying for food was a bit ridiculous if you asked her. Were not the heroes of this land raised in dragon blood and magic? And yet dragons were perceived in a negative light more often than not. Where was the tolerance? Where was the awe and worship? Typical humans, scared of what is clearly superior and alien to them. Pyrath gave a haughty laugh. “Dragons pay for stuff? Seriously?” Tilting her head as she regarded her younger sibling with slit eyes, “They don’t know you’re a dragon… I get the form thing. Dragons are big, human towns small. So a smaller form makes sense… Given all the hystericalness, even a similar form makes sense.” Pyrath did not know whether to laugh or applaud her sister. It was smart for a lone dragon, yes. It probably kept her sister safe. Which is imperative to Pyrath. But she could not and would not pretend to be one of them herself. Pride, yes. She was Dragon. "They should be honored we wear their forms."
Wrapping an arm around the smaller girl, she said “Lead on little sister, I am starving. Though she had come to ensure her sister was safe. Her appearance may prove the beginning of trouble.
Tyr giggled a rather human girl-like giggle when Pyrath sounded insulted about paying for things. "I bet they wouldn't make us if they knew we were dragons! Buuuut then we'd never be able to eat food in peace, right?" She twirled around, ready to head to the town, but quickly twirled back with an expert ease achieved by being a powerful wind dragon who had had plenty of time to practice being a human. "I think humans find it as odd as dragons do that I look like a human. Er, I mean, we look like humans. I don't think humans think like us, which is fine with me because I don't really think like us that much. Or like humans. But you've always said I was an oddball," she stuck her pink human tongue out and twirled back. "Yes, Pyrath, I'll show you the food!"
Tyr had a place in mind - a small restaurant that served fresh seafood every day. She made her way there, walking through the streets. She normally got a few stares just because green hair was pretty uncommon, but it seemed Pyrath was bringing more stares. Was it because they looked so similar? Maybe it was her clothes... but then a lot of adventuring humans wore strange clothes, so she supposed maybe it was just because they didn't recognize her. Tyr giggled again. "They like your human form. I don't get this many stares just walking around~"
Eventually, they entered a small, not exactly fancy, but hardly run down. She scooted into a booth near (but not in) a corner, looking quite pleased to be there. The smell of cooking fish was amazing. As a dragon she didn't need to cook the meat (only fire dragons did so regularly), but she adored the way humans prepared their food. "Here we are! I can't really read the menu so well, so you miiiiight have to read it to me if you know Fiorian better. Or I can pick one of the pictures!" She held up the laminated set of pages and started staring at it. It all looked so good! She was pretty sure she only had about fifty human money things, so she had to keep that in mind with what Pyrath ordered.
Pyrath was a bit envious of Tyr’s twirly and at ease demeanor. She raised her chin and with the use of the wind currents around them and a bit of dragon magic she balanced and settled into the form quite nicely. She stuck her tongue out at her sister in reply, mimicking the younger dragon.
As they walked into town, Tyr twirling away, Pyrath’s eyes were much like a dragon fly in flight with how much they moved. Her eyes hovered a bit over the humans they passed though it was more cursory, taking notice of the clothes and differences between them. Her demeanor haughty if a human’s gaze managed to catch hers. At Tyr’s comment about them liking her human form, she preened, hands on her hips as she looked down at herself. “I am pretty hot.”
Tilting her head back as they entered the restaurant, she inhaled deeply through her nose and her stomach growled. Glancing up she caught a tall human looking at her intensely. Glaring, violet eyes becoming slits as her upper lip lifted revealing abnormally long canines. At the confused look received she stuck her tongue out like Tyr did to her before following her sister.
Stepping onto the booth, she lowered until she was sitting on the backs of her legs, kneeling on the booth. Grabbing another menu, she flipped through with her head tilted. “Pick a picture. I want this one.” She set the menu down, finger on a plate of three snappers encircled by shrimp.
Tyr wasn't quite sure what Pyrath meant when she said she was hot. She couldn't quite figure out how she could even be hot while wearing so few clothes. She had to ponder it for a moment while they waited on the person to take their order. "Are your human clothes really too warm for you? Cause I'm wearing more and I'm not hot..." Tyr looked down at her clothes, but she was almost immediately interrupted by the young man who looked to be about six years older than Tyr's human body appeared to be.
"Good afternoon, ladies. Do you know what you'd like?" the man didn't waste much time with small talk, but that wasn't really a bad thing. Tyr was happy to be talking to Pyrath for the first time in a long while, and humans would just be a rather distracting distraction.
"We want this thing." Tyr pointed at the picture. "One for each of us. Also water." She was proud of herself for remembering that they had to order liquids too even though he hadn't asked. Or had he been asking for drinks? Ah well, it didn't matter. Either way he nodded and promised they would be out momentarily. "Anyway, where do you think we should wander? Have you seen much of Fiore while you were looking for me?"
By Tyr’s confusion of the word hot, Pyrath grinned. She knew something her little, human loving sister did not! The fact that she used a human phrase was ignored. After her first few failed attempts with humans she had curled around the top of a tree intent upon a nap for all her hard work. Three human girls had come into the woods to meet under a tree not far from the one she resided in. They talked about a dance of some sort, dresses, and boys. One had twirled, much like what Tyr does, asking if someone named Salem would like it. The other two proclaimed how hot she looked in it, which seemed to make the girl satisfied, along with the words gorgeous and pretty- those of which she understood.
The order of food happened, Pyrath just staring at the waiter as if searching for something. She watched him even after he walked away. Finally turning her head back to her sister she stated: “Hot as in beautiful, Tyr. It is something the humans say.” Her self congratulatory smile said it all for her.
At the mention of Fiore and wandering, the smile disappeared to be replaced by a shrug. “Surprisingly I found you rather quickly. Which one would assume would mean a quick exit… but its you so here we are in the heart of humans.”
She grabbed the salt shaker and tipped it but rather than the salt pouring onto the table it merely floated until it formed into the shape of a very very small dragon. “We should go somewhere fun.” Pyrath replied half distracted.
Hot as in beautiful. So did cold mean ugly? Hmmm Tyr might have to experiment to figure this out one day soon, before the humans had time to change their lingo. Her own gaze followed Pyrath's, though she was unsure what the dragon was thinking other than more than obviously being proud of her knowledge of something Tyr didn't know. Then again, Tyr spent very little time around human girls who were around... how old did she look again? Like, thirteen or something? Yeah, she didn't talk to them much. Maybe she should. She could learn things and stuff.
"Weeeeell I'm glad you agreed to follow me," Tyr chuckled. "I think Fiore is pretty hot. You think it's nice from the sky, humans get to see it all up close and detailed. It's really really neat!" she nodded happily, partially bouncing in her seat. Now, where should they go? She asked herself this while she watched Pyrath make her salt dragon. Tyr picked up the pepper and made the same, using her magic to scoot them close while giggling. "I've tried spoorts - er, sorry, sports, and swimming, and napping on human comfort thingies... those are all fun... I've always wanted to sing with one of those song machines they have in places... though most of those they say I'm too young to get in..."
They would have to agree to disagree for now on that. Pyrath enjoyed flying above the humans and enjoyed dragon built structures and dragon societal structure. As Tyr made a pepper dragon and pushed them closer, Pyrath made her salt dragon rear, white pebbled paws waving in the air. White teeth exposed as her grin widened.
Listening to her sister talk of fun human things, she twirled her hair around her finger. The feeling was quite odd yet strangely fascinating. Her hair was so soft. She paused as Tyr admitted to being stopped from going into some place. Pyrath had no clue what Tyr was talking about in regards to a song machine but it did not matter. “We will go to a singing place. We will get in.” No one stopped a dragon from doing what they wanted.
The waiter came back and placed two glasses of water on the table. “Finally.” Pyrath stated, oblivious to the rudeness her one word statement exuded and grabbed the glass of water. Purple eyes curiously inspecting the water. Her tongue lapped at the water. That was not right, a glance up at a human currently consuming their drink and she mimicked it. Water trailing out the sides of the glass and down her cheeks.
Tyr's dragon tackled the salt dragon, her magic keeping them apart enough that they stayed dragon-shaped so long as they both maintained enough concentration. She giggled at it, that same grin only widening as Tyr was informed that they would get to sing. "Really? Okay!" she was sure Pyrath would come up with a plan of some sort if they couldn't find one that let teen girls in. "I can't wait!"
At about that time, the waiter came back, setting the water down for the two girls. Pyrath made a statement that was quite normal for her, but not taken so well by humans. Tyr just let out an apologetic giggle and waved at the waiter while the older dragon tried to lap the water. He seemed a bit more surprised at the older girl's behavior than the words themselves. He caught on to his staring within a few moments and excused himself.
"Yeah water was hard for me to figure out too. Human tongues are so useless for anything but tasting. They can't even clean with them or anything..." She stuck out her own tongue and tried to look at it. Human tongues were so smooth and slimy. It was easy to forget when it was always in her mouth."You have to not tilt the cup so much or it'll get you all wet. Humans are really inefficient at drinking and I'm not sure how they didn't all die of thirst," she admitted. "I'm used to it though. Cups are kind of fun once you master them!."
Tyr’s enthusiasm and faith in her had her smiling a little smile. Now she would definitely get them in, if only because deep down she did want her sister to be happy. What was the saying? ‘If there is a dragon, there is a way!’ She did not notice when the waiter excused himself. Humans generally being below her radar so it made sense. Plus you cannot feel embarrassment if you do not give the audience your attention, right? Despite her preoccupation, her salt dragon flipped the pepper dragon onto its back and rolled them around.
As Tyr was explaining about human tongues her mind wandered, thinking human tongues were not the only thing useless when it came to humans. The cold water trickled onto her shoulders and broke her concentration. The salt dragon collapsed, littering the table and floor with granules of salt. Setting the glass down, she wiped her mouth on the back of her arm. “It is a wonder every day that they have not died.”
"Don't worry I've got it!" Tyr wasn't talking about the dragon. Her own had desolved when it had been beaten by Pyrath. Tyr was very nearly her equal due to the difference her magic made up, but she still considered the bigger, slightly older dragon her superior, and it played into how she played with Pyrath as well. She concentrated her wind magic, using it to quickly and efficiently blow-dry her older sister like she had when she'd been taken to the swimming pool. Her hair was a little frizzier, but who cared? She was dry. As were the women who had been sitting behind them. They had no idea what had just happened, which made Tyr chuckle.
"Humans are really good at using what little time they have, and they're really really good at improvising. They just hold themselves back so much with personal feelings and fighting amongst each other." She sounded a bit sad about that fact. It was probably because she was after recent events that ended in her breaking up a rather large fight. "Buuuut they'll figure it out I guess. In the meantime we're here to have fun with them right?" she chuckled, stretching. "It's been so long since I talked to another dragon. It's so nice!"
Pyrath ran her hands through her hair when Tyr was done, naturally fixing her appearance. “Thanks Sis.” While their magics were very similar, the will and mind made the magic. Pyrath was a very physical, very present dragon therefore her magic tended to run along the lines of physical manipulation. Glancing behind to see what caught Tyr’s attention, she grinned. Confused humans were quite hilarious. That gave her some ideas. Pyrath could be a trickster when she wanted to be.
Pyrath caught the wistful tone in Tyr’s comments. Already hung up on humans… and they made her sad. She decided she would find who these humans are that made Tyr sad and make them see how they erred. “Sure. Lots of fun, I will even meet all your friends. And we were only a flight away.”
Stretching, her hands brushed the hair of the woman behind her. Half turning, she touched the woman’s hair, rubbing it between her fingers. “It’s really soft… Is it normally this soft? How do you get your hair so soft?”
The previously surprised women seemed at first alarmed, then amused by the two apparent wizard sisters in the booth beside them. The one across from the one Pyrath had touched giggled that amused 'it's funny because it's not happening to me' giggle. The one being touched took longer to recover, blinking a few times without making a sound before she realized it was just a girl asking about her hair product. "It's just the normal hair product," she shrugged. Tyr was pretty sure she could smell the fake peaches in the woman's hair now that she thought of it. Hair product was like, cleaning stuff for hair right? Tyr never used it either, what with not having money or much interest in owning human things beyond some clothes to wear.
"But Pyrath, your hair is quite pretty and soft already. Not like scales or something, which are pretty but not soft. And I like that it kinda matches mine," They both had somewhat frizzy hair; Tyr was pretty basic in her own care as well. The younger dragon chuckled, sipping her own water much more successfully than Pyrath. The waiter had brought a straw for Pyrath when no one was looking and sat it next to the drink. Tyr had noticed but not really registered it; Pyrath was almost certain not to notice a human that wasn't worth paying attention to, at least that was how Tyr saw it.
Tyr scooted out of her side of the booth and moved into the one Pyrath was in, leaning over the booth as well. "Aren't there different hair products? Which one's regular?" Did they have free samples? Tyr kind of wanted to see Pyrath get her hands on it just to see what she would think.
Pyrath felt her own hair. “Hair product?” She questioned more to herself than anyone before shrugging. Looking up at Tyr, she beamed, “It really is, isn’t it? Sisters should match!” Her attention became diverted by the sudden appearance of the straw beside her water. She picked it up and subconsciously moved over for Tyr while she examined it. Violet eyes look up, searching the people around the restaurant for a clue as to what to do with it. Spotting someone who just sat at the bar and ordered a drink, she copied.
Putting the straw in the water, she leaned forward and sipped through the straw. Her eyes lit up and she gave a slight squeal before drinking more water. Feeling full of water, she turned and leaned over the booth as well. “We would like some hair product.”
The lady opened her mouth to speak, but Pyrath was gone, distracted by the straw before the woman had gathered her thoughts on this weird interaction. It wasn't like she could tell the pair were dragons, and to be quite honest she she was rather confused by their strange behavior.
Tyr, meanwhile, watched Pyrath rather curiously while she explored the wonder of human straws. Tyr had thought it was for smoking originally after seeing someone with a cigarette shortly before, and had asked why they got her smoking device wet. As it turned out, one didn't smoke cigarettes and if you asked someone to help you try they asked where your parents were and if anyone was around to watch you.
The squeal caused Tyr to chuckle; it was everything she could do to not just burst out laughing and risk embarrassing her older, more proud sister. After a moment of reigning herself in, hands covering her mouth as she did so in order to stifle sounds and hide her grin, she finally asked "Aren't straws neat? They make drinking so much easier. I can't believe humans don't use them all the time. And they're fun too! I once saw one that was all loopy and was clear so you could see the water being sucked up in a circle. One day I'll figure out where that boy found it... then I'll try one..." she couldn't help but be excited for it.
She blinked and turned back around with Pyrath when she asked for hair product, once more stifling a chuckle. The woman, who had thought she might be safe, jumped slightly in surprise before turning back to address the girls. So much for a nice quiet afternoon meal. "Uh... I don't have any with me... besides... there's a million different kinds at the store down the road..."
Tyr couldn't read the Fiorian language very well, what with their lettering being so different from the more closely related ones of the other countries she'd studied the languages of in her three hundred years. It didn't help that before she came here, she hadn't even thought about the written part of human stuff in like, fifty years. Dragons had good memories, but that was a long time not to use as kill you'd never used practically even for them. "What's the store look like?" she asked in turn, hoping to save some time and confusion, since Pyrath was new to this whole thing.
"Oh, it's the red one on the left if you leave and head right," the other lady spoke up. "Nora's Family Goods," she told them the name of the store, thought Tyr thought that was weird that people went and took things from this Nora and called it a store. Humans named things weirdly. Was it her fault that she imagined things wrongly when people said words and just expected every other human to understand?
"Thanks~" Tyr turned around, making her own squealing sound as she heard their food being placed on the table by the waiter who so desperately wanted to avoid notice. Was it the way Pyrath was dressed or the way they were acting? It was so hard to tell, especially with human males who looked not much older than Pyrath. "We should totally go there after this! Maybe we can try some of Nora's things. We're family after all. Maybe not her family but if she just lets people buy her stuff..."
