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[earthen_hope]

[The page is a little soggy around the edges and slightly stained with chlorophyll and sap. A week in a tree does few favors to a journal.]

I'm back to normal now. It looks like everyone is too.

Being able to fly was wonderful, but I'm still really happy to be in my own body again. I'll try not to miss any more work than I already have. If something else happens I'll come in anyhow just as long as I've got thumbs.

I know I startled and frightened some people. I'm really sorry about that. I didn't mean to, but I guess it happens when you turn into a dragon.

Peachblossom, do you have some free time?

There was another fellow I met on Captain Planet. If you don't mind I'd like to talk to you as well, please. We should meet each other properly.

[this is added a short time later.]

By the way, has anyone seen a guy carrying a sapling?

[ooc: Joan--I know the thread with Huo's not done yet, but if he does tell her his name she probably doesn't want to misspell it. XD]

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QUICKLOG

[feathered-earth.livejournal.com]

[Krile sits down, taking a sip of tea while Huo speaks--what he says is much to her relief. She really was afraid that he might hold it against her, and she was frankly mortified to be bowed to when she wasn't whatever Huo thought she was.]

It's understandable--I obviously reminded you of something you knew about. I just felt as though I was misleading you somehow.

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[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

[Huo pauses for quite some time before speaking again: a thoughtful pause, slowly sipping his tea. It's a bit troubling, the silence, but it's better than speaking in haste.]

You reminded me of much, [he says finally.] I find that a good thing. I don't believe that anything happens without there being a reason.

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[feathered-earth.livejournal.com]

[Krile does worry when he's silent for a time, wondering what he's thinking--she doesn't know him well enough to tell just by looking at him, and resists the urge to glance at him repeatedly. When he does speak, it's a bit of a relief.]

Then I'm glad. Maybe it'll help you to remember whatever it was.

[She thinks a moment about his second statement. Did Exdeath have a reason? The random things in the Tree? She's not sure. But good can come out of almost anything... she nods.]

Even if it doesn't look like there's one, you can probably find something if you pay attention to it.

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[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

I certainly intend do.

[He almost feels bad about what he is about to say next. He really does not want to stress her, and his voice is soft as he speaks.]

Please do not feel pressed; neither of us can expect ready-made answers. Yet I cannot believe that you have turned - have been turned - merely for the sake of jogging my memory. What are dragons to you, fūrén?

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[feathered-earth.livejournal.com]

[Krile has to take a moment to think about that. She really doesn't have any direct memories of dragons, only instincts and the knowledge that she was riding one in her first dream.]

I like dragons. I know that there are some that will prey on people and attack us on sight. But not all of them do.

[She shuts her eyes for a moment, not opening them as she continues.]

The dragon that I turned into--I'm pretty sure I was riding on him in my dream. And when I think of Havoc, he's not a pet or an animal that I own. He's a friend.

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[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

[Huo keeps his expression neutral; he doesn't want to alarm her by letting her see his amazement at her discussing dragons as though they were everyday things, as though one might like dragon, as simply as that. No, none of that; he gives her an encouraging smile, rather, grateful.]

There was a man in my dream, of whom I thought as a dragon, [he said softly, volunteering a piece of his own tale in turn, such as it was,] and he was dearer to me than all in the world. But flesh and blood dragons seemed to be a thing of myth.