John
Gursht did decide on a destination eventually – he just couldn't resist the wide open savanna, isolated rainforests, and winding estuaries of the pridelands. He had to find a safe place to land his gummi ship, and that was harder than he was expecting. But he actually managed to land without breaking anything.

Exiting the ship he could feel the inviting rays of sunshine scatter across his thick, leathery hide. After spending so much time in Traverse Town he was so relieved to feel real sunlight again. He took in the scents drifting upon the arid air; he could smell water to the north of his ship, and he could smell the many different scents and stinks of so many new animals. It was all exciting, frightening, and nearly over-whelming.

But even better; he could pick up the sweet scent of new, exotic fruits being carried across light winds. The prospect of food, especially new ones that would expand his pallet, was more exciting than anything else he could smell right now.

So off he went; searching for the source of that wonderfully-sweet scent.
Damien
Having fought his way out of the dense rain forest with the many bugs that would swarm him, Topaz with a shake of his tail and flick of his ears would walk find himself completely stranded once more. 

"Ugh what is with this world I'm used to my soul getting tossed out of my body or finding myself in someone else's body but having my entire body change on me is new." It seems that Topaz's body would be that of a lion as he tried to get accustomed more to this new form and walking on all fours. 

No matter how he tried he kept finding himself tripping upon his own paws. "What wicked Magick did this to me!!!"
John
Gursht stopped as he heard the voice cry out in, what he assumed, was exasperation. He lifted his head to scent the air again, and he smelt something very odd nearby... It smelled like another animal, but it still smelled like they took a bath in the last week. The dinosaur decided to follow the voice, cantering into the treeline toward it. The fruit can wait, his curiosity carried him to this stranger instead.

It was only a minute more before he came across a curious sight – he had never seen such a weird creature before. He'd seen the lemurs back on Sauria, but never anything else with fur. Not until he came to this world anyways... But a fuzzy creature with claws and teeth? It was so small compared to his own, prehistoric build. It didn't seem too scary... Especially with how clumsy it looked.

...He did scream something about magic, maybe this creature wasn't used to being this way? Magic was a really fickle thing.

"...Are you... Okay – weird fuzzy creature?" Gursht asked, unsure how to address Topaz.
Damien
Topaz shot his head up as jumped back leaning low to the ground giving a low growl. Weird why his body decided to do that but he quickly stood back up shaking his head as he looked at the dinosaur. 

"Ah you can say that partner, I'm used to having ears and a tail but nothing quite like this. I must've made the wrong person mad to have been cursed like this!" 

His heavy southern accent was now beginning to show itself. "Say you wouldn't happen to have seen my ship crash anywhere right? Things as fickle a Magitek or an ironworks ship!" 

He gave out a sigh as his body collapsed and his stomach growled from hunger. "And what's worse all my food is on that ship!" Now looking back up to Gursht his gave a toothy grin. "Say partner were you by any chance cursed to be in the form you're in?"
John
Gursht jolted back in surprise when he was growled at, but calmed down when Topaz gathered himself and spoke to him more politely. He listened to what the strange cat had to say; Gursht's head rocked side to side as he glanced to and fro as he listened, almost seeming to literally roll the thoughts around in his head

"Cursed...?" He asked, thinking on it. He stopped the rocking motion of his head, now thinking extra hard on it. "Gursht feels... Fine – I have always been this way. I was born like this. Is that not your real self?"
Damien
Topaz gave a weak chuckle as felt imaginary sweat drip down his face. "S-so you mean to tell me that you're actually a dinosaur and that I was the only one cursed."

He got himself back up as he shook off the dirt that gathered on him. "No this isn't my real body or at least I hope it's not. I'm a Miqo'te a subspecies of a human. Or at least in my home world that is" 

Out of instinct he held his paw out to shake hands with Gursht before slowly putting it down. "The names Topaz and if ya ever forget look at my eyes for their Topaz coloring"
John
"Topaz...?" For some reason that name was easier for him to pronounce than the others he was told. Or maybe it's because they were speaking as beasts, instead of Gursht speaking to humans? Did that make a difference?

"Topaz... Hm..." Gursht shook his head, rumbling as he rolled the name around again. "Yes, yes, Topaz – I think that is right." He rumbled again, now sure that he can say the name correctly next time. "I am Gursht." He finally introduced himself. "...I do not think I have ever seen a... A..."

Okay, this word was a little harder.

"...A Mi-...Mi-..." He rumbled, trying to roll the sounds around again. "...MI—...Miqo—...Miqo'te? Yes.." Gursht nodded to himself "Yes, I think that is right." He rumbled once more, a habit he had when learning new words.

He nodded again, though one is unsure if it means anything this time.

"Yes, Gursht is a Dinosaur, yes; that is what people call me... I have never seen humans before my world was destroyed, yet they act as if they have seen us many times. It is odd."
Damien
Topaz nodded as gave another grin towards Gursht. "That's right! Say partner do you happen to be from around here? Know of anything that would be safe to eat?"

He had a feeling it would be awhile before he ever found his ship and getting something to eat was his first priority and who knows maybe this new form will let him do things he previously wasn't able to do. 

"My world happened to have quite a few of your kind although they were called Scale-kin and were closely found near dragons or dragon-kin so they usually get roped into the same group"
John
"From here?" Gursht shook his head "No, no... My world was called Sauria, though I did not learn its name until my strange weapon told me." He seemed saddened at the thought, but shook it away.

"...I'm not sure what is safe to eat, but I smelled something very sweet not far from here. I have a ship too, though I am unsure if you like Sweet Potatoes. You look like a flesh-eater." Gursht said, deciding to veer away from the topic of his homeworld.