Who: Tiamat and George What: Dragonslayer and sort of Dragon meet When: Wednesday Where: Random Place of Random Warnings: TBD but snark. So much snark.
To say Tiamat was less then fond of the snow and the cold was an understatement. She was used to warmth, and the feeling of waves. But this is where she was now, and she'd never gotten anywhere by not rising to the challenge. She needed to understand this city, this place, and hiding would solve nothing. It hadn't the last time. So she wandered, mostly left alone.
Even in this mortal skin, people still saw danger behind her. She was a creature of chaos, older then most, and as unforgiving as the sea that she had created. Those few who had annoyed her had soon found that out. It was pitiful really, these mortals. But she could do nothing about them. Not now, not this weak.
She was studying one of the bright displays of light and tree when she felt a prickle on her skin. She knew that feeling. Someone like that had come to kill her once. She'd been caught unawares, had underestimated the small thing. Now was different. She narrowed her eyes and looked around, to find this being and chase them off.