Post by William Spicer on Apr 21, 2011 19:32:37 GMT -5
"Not exactly what I meant, but I suppose it works." William stopped an sniffed. "I smell another dragon. But like I said, I won't fight today." He held his head, groaning slightly. "Man, you know what I could really go for right now? A banana milkshake."
Post by Leah Young on Apr 22, 2011 13:12:25 GMT -5
Leah facepalmed at his menion of a bananna milkshake. Must have been a side effect of Jack constantly using the monkey staff 24/7. "If you want one then go get one." She said with an 'isnt it obvious' tone. "Wait, there's another dreagon here?" She asked. She had thought she and her dad were the only ones, not that it mattered very much. "huh, maybe I'll find him or her later. But how can you tell?" She asked. She'd never met anyone who could sense a dragon. Her and her father could sense power, but as far as she knew, not dragons.
"I just wish I knew where on earth we were." She said absentmindedly. Rachel REALLY wished she could get home. She had a duty to the world as the American Dragon and the longer she stayed, the longer she'd be in trouble. "It's nice to meet you too, Rynder... er Rider, whichever you prefer." She said with a laugh. The first thing she noticed about the. Boy was his bright pink hair, which if she a more mean-spirited person she would have made fun of.
Post by William Spicer on Apr 23, 2011 21:48:07 GMT -5
"It's sort of like telling the difference between a tomato and an apple. At first glance, they're a lot alike. They even come in the same colors: red, yellow, and green." William nodded sagely. "Thus, it's the smell. I'm sure you can tell that apples and tomatoes smell nothing alike, no matter how much they look alike." He folded his arms and stared up at the sky, his nose twitching. "However, this dragon isn't Oriental. I'd guess more American. North American, to be precise. You know, a dragon that actually has wings."