Deborah
Flowing Travel is a bit dumbfounded. How does one respond to that? "No. Dragons don't talk." They say after hearing a dragon talk. They're cognitively dissonant. There are tribes that hunt dragons; that ride dragons; that utilize dragons for food and clothing; that worship dragons. Does Flowing Travel come from a nation built off of the slaughter and subjugation of another sentient race? That's not something easily accepted as truth.
Beth
"Uhmmmmm, well i may not be fully draconic as of now, but i am for sure a dragon who is able to speak, just as you have... My name is bylin, what might yours be?" *My tail would sway from side to side as my obsidian black and silvery scales glow in the faint sunlight piercing through the trees.* "I can feel some distress coming from you, is anything the matter?"
Deborah
This must be an anomaly, a result of the magic Garvyn had told Flowing Travel about. Or perhaps they're hallucinating. That makes more sense than beasts being secretly intelligent. Flowing Travel walks closer to Bylin. "My name is Flowing Travel." They say. "I'm sorry that I must ask this, but are you real?"
Beth
"Uhmmmm thats a fairly strange question to ask, of course im real, as real as you are, as real as the trees are... However i can tell your having a hard time believing me so... Here see for yourself." *He would raise his tail to their chest, giving them free reign to feel it if it would cool their suspension of disbelief.*
Deborah
Flowing Travel watches as Bylin lifts their tail to their chest. They reach out and feel hard scales against their scales. That convinces them that they're not hallucinating. They take a deep breath, trying to compose themself. "Well, it's nice to meet you."
Beth
Flowing Travel watches as Bylin lifts their tail to their chest. They reach out and feel hard scales against their scales. That convinces them that they're not hallucinating. They take a deep breath, trying to compose themself. "Well, it's nice to meet you."

"Its nice to meet you as well, however i would like to know whats was troubling you so, you look on the verge of faint." *He pulled his tail away, walking up to them and placing his large, and i mean bigger than his own head large to their forehead to see if they had a fever.*
Deborah
Flowing Travel flinches as Bylin lifts their claw to their head. They duck and step back. "What are you doing?"
Beth
"Hmmm? Oh i was checking if you had a fever, but as it stands you seem to be fine, that's good news~!" *Seeing that they were fine enough to flinch out of the way was good enough for me, cuz I were to lower my claw from their face.*
Deborah
"I'm just not used to talking dragons." Flowing Travel explains. "Where I come from, dragons don't talk."
Beth
"Where that's not exactly true, all dragons can speak, just not many of them speak in a universally understood language, like me."
Deborah
"That doesn't make any sense." Flowing Travel responds. They're about to explain what they mean, but decide it's better to keep their mouth shut.
Beth
"Hmmm, okay how about this, say you walk into a completely different place, that place has a completely different language, one that everyone in the village understands but you the newcomer do not know."

"And while you find very few people who can actually communicate with you, they do still speak the language exclusively spoken by those in their tribe.*
Deborah
"I don't know how to tell you this." Flowing Travel says. "It's going to sound really bad. But it's something you should know."
Beth
"Well i would be glad to hear it even if it is bad." *I would be a little apprehensive to hear what was to be said but was willing to listen.*
Deborah
"You are the first sentient dragon I've met." Flowing Travel says. "Dragons are important to our economy and culture."
Beth
*Of course receiving news like that would give a mix of emotions, main one being confusion but also mixed up there is mild amounts of distrust.* "Hmmm? How exactly do you mean?"
Deborah
"We have tribes who follow the migrations of serpents and dragons, hunting them. We raise domesticated dragons and ride them."
Beth
*His expression did soften, just a little bit, but he was still midly upset to hear that.* "Hmmm, i suppose thats not the worst thing you could have said, however im still not to happy about that..."

*He turned and began walking away.*
Deborah
"I'm really sorry." Flowing Travel says. They don't know what else to say.
Beth
*He turned back for a second, looking them over once more and speaking one more time.* "Tell me, when you hunted them, do you do it more than what was needed?"
Deborah
"I'm not a hunter, but it's not our way to take more than what's needed. And if the dragons started talking, we definitely wouldn't kill them."
Beth
"Hmmmm, then i suppose i cannot blame you, your ignorance gives you a pass, however i shall take my leave, i still need to find a home." *He continues walking away into the forest, less upset than he was previously.*
Deborah
Flowing Travel wordlessly goes back to picking up sticks. They don't know what to do with this new information.