William
The dragon ducks behind an alley, taking refuge by a tall, rundown sandstone building that doesn't look like it has seen life in years. Shuffling down a staircase, loud talonsteps behind him, Arowana takes a moment to breathe.

Man.

Soon unintelligible shouts fill the back alley, and the seawing can only hold his breath—seemingly forgetting about the dragonet entirely. He can hear the sandwing's heavy breathing, rough and exhausted. Arowana can almost feel the way they stare at the building he crouches by. He can easily imagine the face that shop-keeper must be making, it's not a happy one.

Then resting your head against the cool stone, you almost want to laugh in releaf.
You can feel the pouch against your chest, light. All that for a small piece of metal? Yeah.. That must be a real bummer.
Though you're forgetting someone.
"Oh crap-"
When the dust clears and Arowana can no longer see the sandwing around the corner, Arowana peals the dragonet off his scales. With some awkward shuffling—Arowana having to twist and turn to even *Find* The kid—he carefully and slowly plops the *Thing* On the ground.
"Er."
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.
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"What'cha doin' here?"
Dana
>>It was understatement to say Salty had a gaze full of pure malice and anger, never leaving the seawing as his tail lashed, the stinger on the end twitching as he debated stabbing them *Just* For touching him. He wasn't entirely sure if it would do anything, but it always paralyzed his prey back in the forest. He flexes his talons and sits up on his hindlegs with a low-ish snarl of sorts. He was temped to bite again, but just backed away and huffed.

"Your not a lizard..."

His gaze travels to their tail and he snorts, he hoped it hurt. He looks around and comes tp the conclusion this idiotic dragon was hiding.

"I was hunting when you rudely started running very very fast!"

He was very angry and NOT scared about that too, who just does that anyway? Did this dragon anger the other dragons somehow? While saltwater was rather mature for his age, his eyes still watered and he angrily wiped at them. He shifts somwhat as if preparing to pounce. Which he probably was.
William
The dragon peers around the corner, sticking his head just above the small staircase he'd taken refuge behind. The area feels near-totally abandoned, spiders' webs dangling in the wind and rodents dragging food moons-know-where. The buildings are several stories high and look like they're built from the same sand they stand on, old. Funny, you'd think that with the space being just next to the market, more dragons would be just happy to be here.

Confirming safety, you crouch back down and opens the pouch you'd risked so much to secure. Arowana doesn't even look up up to exhale "Nope, sorry flea, no lizards 'round here."

You frown, closing and re-opening the pouch. You flip it upsidown, turn it inside-out, toss it up in the air and hits it on the ground. Nothing, empty. Got chased out of the market with a *Kid* For a bag full of sand.
You hit your head on the wall.

"Oh?" Arowana grunts, "Hunting lizards, right? Ye' callin' me a lizard?"

You narrow your eyes, looking the dragonet up and down. Small, scrawny, malnourished frame even. While you're still upset about the lost trinket, you can't help but wonder *Where in Pyrrhia's three MOONS* Did this thing *Come from*?

Arowana pinches his snout, letting out a long, tired sigh.
*Did I just kidnap some kid?*
Dana
>>He scrunches up his muzzle and shakes his head. There were far too many differences in this dragon for them to be a lizard and he could make a really long list. Flexing his wings Salty sighs and takes a deep breath.

"Your too big and... Weird to be a lizard. What are you anyways? And why are you pouting like a child."

Each question came more sharp than the one prior. Frustrated and annoyed he had left the safe confines of his home just to mistake a stupid dragon's tail for a lizard. His gaze lowered and he chuckled inwardly. He bet they'd be bog water if they tried surviving within the forest. No he was sure of it. At the same time he was slowly piecing things together, a deep frown embedded on his face as his talons dug into the ground, twisting his head to get a good whiff of the air in hopes of determining how far from his former hiding spot they were.
William
"Big and weird, eh?"
The dragon snorts, tail tightly wrapped around his talons as he chews his lip. You're unsure whether to laugh at the dragonet's remarks or to be offended, peculiar thing to say. But it's starting to make sense in the seawing's head, no wonder this kid's off wondering alone. I'd toss 'em out for some sun-time too if he was mine with that mouth.

"I'm not *Pouting*—" Arowana grumbles, "Mean ol' sandwing took my stuff."

You toss the pouch across the stairwell, watching it *Plop* Unsatisfyingly against the stone. Arowana is quiet for a moment, maybe he is pouting, just a bit. But wouldn't any dragon after a bad job?

"What? Mean ol' sandwing never take yer' stuff?" He laughs to himself, tossing the smallest pebble in the dragonet's direction—hoping for a much more satisfying bonk, just something to think about rather than the pouch.
Dana
>>Saltwater just quietly stared for a moment longer and blinked slowly, giving a look that had 'oh,really?' written all over it. He didn't comment on it though, and instead his pupils dilated into mere slits as the pouch went flying and looked at them. He was debating to pounce on it, a thought driven by pure instinct. 

"Are you tallking to yourse-"

He imterrupted his sentence as the pebble flew his way amd he opened his jaw to catch it but was off by a few inches and it hit his muzzle instead. A mixed noise of hissing and whining sharply he rubbed the spot and shot a glare at the dragon. He skittered forward and aimed a bit at their tail.