<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">It took the better part of ten minutes to get into the turning lane to begin the tedious movements of turning around in the middle of New York traffic. Vye quietly snickered to herself as she heard the driver making obscene shouts at the other drivers as they crossed multiple lanes of traffic. She didn’t enjoy such fowl language, but she wasn’t one to complain at the moment as the driver was taking on her difficult request. After taking several left turns and down a few blocks, the limousine had successfully turned around. A grumble came through the speakers, “Just let me know when you see them, Miss Laurent…” Vye smiled to herself. She seemed to have unknowingly ruined the driver’s day. She chuckled.<br/><br/>With a smile still lingering on her pink lips, Vye closed her eyes and tried to concentrate once more. The other dragon’s scent wasn’t hard to find again. Vye subconsciously passed the hundreds of human smells, weaving in and out of them, as she finally came across the familiar scent of her own kin. The car was within a block of the other dragon among a group of people. She’d have to push her way through the crowd to find her, but Vye had expected that. So many people still littered the streets, despite the hour and New York’s infamous crime rate. <br/><br/>As the limo neared, Vye spoke into the microphone, “You may pull over now. They are just up the street a little.” Vye heard the blinker once again pop on. She quickly cleared off the seat next her, placing her purse on the floor, and threw on her light blue chiffon scarf. Despite her scarf, the rest of her attire was actually appropriate for the cool evening. She buttoned the last button of her coat as limo lurched to a stop.  Vye attempted to compose herself with assurance that she <em>could</em> do this, and to get out of the car.<br/><br/>Once the door was open, Vye walked down the block to where she had pinpointed the scent and discovered that the dragon was with the group of people she had smelled earlier. Vye hesitated, not wanting to interrupt. She sighed and reminded herself that she did not fly half way around the globe to stand around waiting for something to happen. She ushered her courage again and stepped towards the crowd of people, her boots noisily sounding against the cold concrete with a sharp clack. “Hello. I’m Genevieve Laurent of Picardy, and I’m looking for…” the words flew out of Vye mouth with such zeal to only end as dry as fish in the desert as she realized that she didn’t know exactly who she was looking for, let alone their name. She stood there, mouth agape, stunned by her utter lack of common sense.  </span>