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Cuicatl smiled and revealed rows of sharp teeth. “Flying sounds great. Let’s.” It was a distraction from the unpleasant questions and she knew it. But as far as distractions went it was pretty great. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Yeah. I'll... talk to here when I see her again. If I still remember this conversation. Which I probably won't..." She still sometimes wondered if losing your memories and any personality change was a form of death. Then she wondered about more pleasant things.

"That's a nice thought." Maybe she had a little bit. In a few ways. Like with meat. Genesis thought she was weird because she ate it, but humans were natural predators and you saw no reason to act otherwise. "It's not really that my sister hates the weak." She loved them, really. Especially if...

"I get that. My big sister was a hydreigon at home. I've always wanted to be more like her. Seemed a lot better than being human. For what it's worth she considered mating with a charizard for a bit. Definitely considered him a dragon. But he couldn't overpower her even when she was barely...

"Hmm. It felt lonely for a bit. Not having the ability to feel other minds brush against mine." It had really reminded her a lot of another unpleasant thing in hindsight. At the time she'd been too happy to notice, though. "I got much better smell in return. And got to be a dragon. That more...

And her human will was cracked and nearly shattered. Did that negate her main strength? “Perhaps. In my world our strength as a species was that we were smart, had a body that helped with toolmaking, liked each other, and had a lifespan long enough to learn and short enough to push us to do big...

"Oh. Right." There was so much to keep track of these days and she hadn't been whole during part of the revelations. "I was human, yeah. Not very strong on my own or with my friends."

"I guess. There are big threats in my world. Gods, err, legendaries and people who would control them. I wasn't one of the people strong enough to deal with them, though. I, uh, don't know why I ended up here instead of one of them, come to think of it..."

"Heh. Never learned myself. More of an American...more of a different culture's thing." It would sometimes strike her how American this place was in little ways. The society itself wasn't necessarily like anything in her world, but the little details sometimes had a cultural analogue and it...

"Hmm. Maybe. Not my biggest priority." Which was saying way, way too much. "You didn't have the Sight in your own world, did you?"

"My gift was mostly based in languages. I could talk to people and they would understand, even if we didn't speak the same languages. I would also understand everyone else. Well, almost everyone else..." Other psychics could interfere with her, but she'd only met three: Rachel, Lila, and... It...

Owen looked really uncomfortable about the whole thing. Even to someone unused to gauging body language by sight. She... she might've been a hypocrite. Cuicatl lowered herself to the ground a little more on reflex. Ordinarily it made it so she wasn't floating way above others, but now it meant...

"I can imagine that was jarring. Suddenly having... information on everything." She idly wondered what he knew about her from a glance. Everything? Nothing? Something in the middle. It made her shudder. It was best to keep some parts of her buried away from prying eyes. "How much does that get...

"Oh, it's, uh, it's great! I spent a lot of time flying in the weeks after I evolved. Felt so right. Sight's okay, I guess. Never really missed it before but I'm starting to see what the big deal was." She still wasn't sure what to make of it since a lot of her old identity was tied up in being...

Cuicatl found herself lingering in the park after distributing the day's cupcakes. She noted that some of the petals Cynthian planted were beginning to bloom into their own plants. So cool. Being able to just create life with a shake of your hands. Or bouquets. Not that she could talk about...

"Of course! I would love to!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Oh. I guess… I’ll find a vase. Or have one of my roommates do it since I’m not the best at handling fragile things. Yes. That will work. I would like to have a flower very much.”

“Is that okay? It kills them, right? I didn’t think you’d be…”

She paused. “Well, my favorite color when I was human was green. I couldn’t actually see colors but my hair was green so I liked it. Now I think I like red more. Like some of the flowers over there,” she waved a jaw-hand towards them. “Flowers in general are a lot better now… um. Not that they...

“We already classify her as a dragon at home. Doesn’t quite know any dragon attacks yet, but she’s getting there. Still just a hatchling.” Cuicatl paused. She’d decided not to panic about inevitably going back, but she still didn’t like to think about it. “Maybe more. Maybe not. Dragons are...