Deborah
Flowing Travel walks over sand searching for a place with trees, or at least some dried out driftwood. Unfortunately, at high tide in winter, they couldn't find many pieces of wood that weren't damp. However, they soon spot the tree line, and head toward it. Once among the trees, Flowing Travel sets out on their mission to find dry branches on the ground.
Beth
*Hearing and feeling the presence of another inside of the forest, something oddly familiar at that i would begin following the scent to see who had entered the vacinity.*
Deborah
Flowing Travel freezes. They feel their breath leave them, upon glimpsing the magnificent and majestic creature through the trees, walking past up ahead. Flowing Travel isn't religious, but dragons are sacred to some Urgyosi tribes, and they can see why.
Beth
*Taking another sniff of the air that surrounding the both of them, he would slowly turn his head over to the position of flowing, not quite able to make them out of the twisting tree line, but definitely knowing that they were there, and given the fact that he was not quite normal himself he could feel that they weren't as well and called out to them to hopefully make a good first impression.* Hmmmm, hello there, well I cannot see you I do know that you are there you don't need to be afraid you can come out...
Deborah
Flowing Travel has never heard of dragons being able to communicate with spoken language, besides for in tales told to children, nor did they have knowledge of dragons possessing sentience. They're shocked, unable to process what's happening. "Did you just talk?"
Beth
*I would tilt my head and confusion from the question, and also seeing that it was another reptilian creature who was hiding from me, but more so at the question that was just asked because from my knowledge most dragons have the ability to speak most just chose not to.*

"Uhmm yes.. Doesn't everybody.?