William
Possibility is just that. Possibility. Weird, chaotic, and full of all sorts of funny dragons up to moons-know what.

And Arowana is no different, hopping between stalls and picking off whatever he can fit in his pockets. It's a busy day despite the clouds. You'd have thought the place would be getting ready to shut down while the breeze picks up, but nope, they're jolly as ever. They're probably waiting until the very last minute till the storm comes crashing in. Though I mean, I guess I would too if it means dragons are rushing to get their shopping done before rushing inside. Easy to bargain when the other is in a rush, no thoughts at all. It's an easy game. So while shop-keepers shoo away pesky 'ol dragonets, Arowana takes his sweet time sliding trinket after trinket into his pockets. After all, he's just one more dragon in the crowd.

It's a good name for a town with all the little, random things to snatch on your way out.
Dana
>>Saltwater was a little fan to crowds, let alone noise, as far he was concerned every dragon was dangerous and he had the proof to prove it. His small size was something he made into an advantage and it was how he ended up here, searching for the delicacy called lizard. His small snout was pressed to the ground as he recalled the old dragons conversation. '*Scaly pests that slither across the ground at lightning speed!*'. That's when he spotted it, it was moving across the ground in quick succession, well not really but it was fast and that counted!

>>Without missing a beat, Salt dropped into a crouched position flattening himself against the ground while his rump waggled in the air and he pounced onto the tail (believed as a lizard) and bit down, his teeth weren't nearly as sharp as an adult dragons, but they were somewhat fully grown.
William
Little random things.
Like the shop-keeper's shout as you make your exit or the pests darting by; the way your pace quickens and a little weight stabs into your tail. The thud on the ground as one of the pouches tied to your tail comes loose; those trinkets? Well they're on the ground now, and the crowd stirs and heavy talonsteps follow. Talonsteps that don't sound like they're coming for a fun little tea party.
Arowana looks behind, eyes darting from his tail to the burly sandwing shop-keeper behind, then to the trinkets he'd given a brand-new home to. He didn't even charge rent! Why'd they have to run off at the slightest chance? Gold is always such a party-pooper...

At first you try flicking the rascal away, just one more dragonet with only mischief in its head. Arowana usually wouldn't mind–but when he's working, it'd be much easier not to have to factor in.. Well, them. Arowana bites his lip, though the thing doesn't budge from his scales one bit. 

Okay, that's fine. Sure.

"Er. Thinks ye' can hold onto those-?" Arowana motions to the fallen pouch, its contents spilled but close enough to grab. Looking back at the angry shop-keeper, it'd really suck to be chased out of the market without *At least* A little something..

Yikes.
Dana
>>Saltwater felt the scales under his teeth and although it hurt he was sure he's felt worse as he twisted his head slightly to get a better grip, talons digging into the tail as held on at the flick. His pupils narrow and dilate briefly as he squeezes shut his eyes and tugs, growling 'menacingly'. He was partially confused on why this task was so hard when he prided himself in hunting alone, it didn't cross his mind that perhaps he was messing with a poor dragon.

>With undeterred determination saltwater released his jaws grip and clambered ontop of their tail and gripped on their tail and gave them a quick, angry nip on the scales the moment he realized they were a dragon, out of spite. The quills on his back were rised out of the rush of emotions, upset that it wasn't a lizard. Angry that it was a dragon and just generally annoyed that he'd have to dfind prey elsewhere. In the result of this he lets out a gurgled growl and bit them again.