Day 17 Time: ???

[conrad_the_evil]

Snooping around Taking a walk before dinner to clear his head, Conrad decidedly does not think about his double. Or Wolfram either, actually. Both people currently give him headaches to think about. He doesn't LIKE complication. This whole place has been bad for him. He almost wishes to return to where he's from, just to have things make sense

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[chibipuffdragon]

Deflating 'Zoo-papa took up most of yesterday and calming him took several flower-beds and he's had to go and get more food while waiting for the sneeze to turn him back. He keeps forgetting how hungry he gets at this stage.

He's skimming in to land when he catches sight of the brunet wandering along the path.

"GUFFRUFFF!" [[OOC: "Hello!"]]

[conrad_the_evil]

He hears it before he sees it, something that sounds like a small earthquake and a cow combined into some sort of hidious hybrid. The shadow that passes over him makes him look up, his whole body tensing as his eys go wide. He would have thought that someone got RID of the thing! You can't just have a DRAGON roaming around!

He feels exposed, there is no where to take good cover. He can't out run the thing either. Maybe, it won't land here.....

[chibipuffdragon]

He lands easily on the grass (the gardeners should be able to fill in those furrows without any real problem) and fluffs up his mane proudly as he turns to look down at Ratty-pap- Conrad. That is actually one of his better landings and he wonders if this Conrad keeps treats for good dragons.

Adopting the begging position is a little difficult when he's big, but with a little judicious flapping, he can manage it.

^____^ V

[conrad_the_evil]

He's almost knocked over be the force of the wind created by the dragon's wings. "Get back!" he yells at the animal, backing up himself. He's never seen a real dragon this close before. But it reminds him of the dinosaur bones at the museum he went to while on Earth.

The teeth was what caught his attention there the most. It is the same here.

[conrad_the_evil]

He looks up from his toughts as the dragon skitters out in front of him, a mass of weeds in its mouth. No, not weeds, not entirely. "Give me those!" he says, tugging the flowers away from the animal. These, he hasn't seen these in decades. They don't grow where he is from anymore. "Where did you find these!?"

But no, he's talking to a dumb animal, of course it won't tell him.... but looking behind him he can see where the dragon got them from. The muddy prints give it away.

Giving the dragon A Look, he goes back and tries to replant them as best he can. There are others, he can see that now, but he can't cope with the thought of not trying to encourage these to live. The dragon still follows him, paused at his elbow as if watching.

A flash of white to his left makes him look up. "Lady Julia, in the gardens," he says aloud. It's been awhile since he's seen the woman, not since the dance. But no, she looks different. Slowly, he stands.

[conrad_the_evil]

He's glad that the woman is blind so that she can not see the look of anger that escapes his schooled expressions before it's forced away. His double's mother had a similar reaction earlier, that joyful greating before they realize who he is. Or who he is not.

"You are correct, Lady Julia." He dusts off his hands, removing the dirt of the garden. "May I be of assistance?"