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Who: Kisara and whoever wants to stop or tail along on her mission to go talk to the ghost dragon
Where: SORRY BUT GOING TO THE CAVERNS TO FIND A DRAGON
When: Some time during September, I have no idea
What: Kisara's kind of annoyed to find out the information about the dragons in this place and the ghost dragon seems like a great idea for someone to talk to. And probably argue with. It'll go great, surely.
Warnings: None, probably?

A lot of information in a short period of time was never the best thing to give Kisara in any context at any particular time. Instead of learning more and taking it in, her first instincts were to hunt out a potential source of more information on the matter and probably for the worst source imaginable. It would certainly be her luck, after all.

Any warnings would be met with her completely ignoring whoever was giving it, not particularly trying to hide herself other than try to stick to the shadows where she could and make herself look smaller otherwise. Not that her silver-white hair doesn't make her stick out like a sore thumb despite her best efforts.

No, she's on a mission, and it's very much to find her way towards wherever this ghost dragon is lurking in these caverns.

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Why.

Why do they keep coming down here? Can they really not wait until their appointed time? If only rebirth had come with sufficient strength to recapture humanity immediately...

And yet... Incorporeal nostrils test the air, and then the dragon's head lifts slightly.

Your scent... human and dragon mixed. How?

The mental voice reverberates in a way that has nothing to do with the cavern, reaching the girl before she even comes into sight of the ghost dragon.

Because humans have a habit of not waiting and being insanely impatient, of course. Or they get information they probably shouldn't have and are far more curious than they really ought to be.

Perhaps that's just her, though.

A mental voice hadn't been the thing she'd been expecting, something enough to stop her in her tracks. Not the best of signs for her already, but she'll continue to try and move forward.

But she could be pleasant and somewhat answer the question.

"Let's just say that where I am from, having a soul of another creature isn't terribly uncommon. Usually to mimic the strength of will and soul of that person, mine just happens to be a dragon." Her voice is soft and calm, trying to keep from potentially upsetting this dragon further, if he's the same size as the one she'd encountered previously.

"I've only come to talk and ask questions, if you wouldn't mind? I heard of your existence here from another dragon and perhaps you have more answers than he does."

Well. That's disgusting.

At the mention of another dragon, though, the temperature drops about five degrees in one heartbeat.

The runt?

How rude, ghosty.

"I suppose if the rumors were true, you would think that." Kisara, no, you stop that right now.

Not that she can muse on it for long as she can clearly feel that temperature change, cold is not her favorite thing and she's taking a moment to pause before stepping her pace up to a jog instead. Time to keep moving, she guesses.

"Unless you have a name, I couldn't tell you. I've only seen one of the dragons here previously and no idea of the size of what would or wouldn't be a runt..." It probably is, though. Oops.

"I... do want an answer to a question I have had, though. I was told to search in the magic of the school to seek what I wished, but a second opinion wouldn't hurt?"

The little one. Shorter than you. That is the only so-called dragon I know of besides the Outcast. And perhaps yourself. Purely for the sake of the dragon inside you, I shall consider your question.

Dragons respect few things, but other dragons are one of those things. Perhaps understandably.

Oh, he means Spyro. "Then I have no idea who you are speaking of, that is not the one I know." She knows exactly who he means, but like hell if she's going to tell him the truth on that one. Good grief.

Consider her question? How absolutely rude, but it's better than nothing.

"I want to find a way to control the dragon within myself. Not as in keep it from coming out or anything, but to have my mind be the same as it entirely. There's only one condition in which I can do that and it's... not very optimal, to say the least."

This is a terrible idea.

A curious proposition. Easily accomplished from my perspective; I need merely destroy your personality and feed its scraps to the true soul within you.

Yes. Yes it is.

That's the worst answer she could have gotten from him and she's actually pausing to make sure she actually heard it right.

"That's not remotely what I had meant. Perhaps it was better that I had not come here as that really doesn't help anything, I had hoped there would be a better and more sane answer, but I see that hope was misplaced." And here's to hoping the dragon doesn't hear the tone of annoyance underneath those words.

"If the majority of dragons of this land think and act the same as you, then I can understand why you were driven into hiding or death." Probably not the best idea.

You seem to think you have some moral grounds to lecture, the dragon muses, more surprised by it than irritated. Briefly it wonders how things would go if it gave ants both sentience and irritating self-righteousness and unleashed them on the humans. Hmm.

You cannot achieve what you want with human magic in any case.

"I would say that I do, despite all that humanity had done to me during my life, I hold no ill will towards them. Unlike you." That's... actually a fairly good point, even if there's a slight waver to her tone as she's not too sure if that really holds water here, necessarily.

"Nor was I trying to enslave anyone or would I think to do such a thing. Do you truly think that you're superior than everyone else? As being dead seems to show you lost."

As for human magic, well, she's heard differently there, as well. "Perhaps. But if it means remaining who I am, then I'd rather not find my answer. Or if it would turn me into someone like you."

Really?

Little one... the dragon says, and though it does not speak with its tongue the mental words take on a low and rough quality nonetheless, does being dead truly seem like it is inconveniencing me?

Oh, those words. She's actually smiling a little and just humming briefly to herself. That's certainly interesting, but what is a ghost actually capable of in the long run? Is he tangible? She doesn't particularly know.

"Does it seem like it's inconveniencing me, either?" Technically she was brought back from being dead, but she's pretty sure the point still stands. "Though I would say there was a point to mine, unlike your own."

If you value a meaningful death, I have to wonder why you believe antagonizing me is the way to accomplish it. A shame. At first she'd seemed interesting, in a repulsive way. Now all it can judge is that she's just as mouthy and obnoxious as any other human. No dracon nature to her at all.

"I wouldn't say this is antagonizing you, or it really wasn't meant to. I've heard a bit about your existence and was curious." She really isn't intentionally trying to antagonize him, but calling her words that sound all too familiar isn't the best of ways to keep her entirely civil.

"Or it could be my soul feels I might be wasting my time if your only goal is to enslave humanity. Dragons, appearance-wise, are rather impressive creatures, but then you end up becoming monsters instead simply due to a sour personality. It's a shame, honestly."

No doubt ants think of humans as monsters, the dragon says, recalling its earlier thoughts. This current state of affairs is the unnatural one. Lesser races are born to serve greater ones.

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