First a soon-to-be prince and now a dragon. I'm keeping all my fairytale bases covered here.

[kemanorel]

Player Name: The Other Emily. Should that be my name now? The one who's also voicetesting Flynngene Fitzriderbert.
Are you new?: Nope.
Character Name: Keman
Character Fandom: The Mary Sue Halfblood Chronicles

[The animals here talk. It's traumatizing. The last time he'd tried to take down an elk, it had pleaded for its life and continued to spite him even after he'd put it out of its misery by giving him horrible indigestion. Keman already has trouble eating animals that resemble his former pets; how is he going to hunt at all with this kind of guilt weighing over him?

He's a dragon. A small one, granted, but big enough that he has to eat a certain amount of meat per day in order to keep up his strength. Even now, wandering around in halfblood (half elf, half human for the uninitiated) form to conserve energy, he's still absolutely starving.

Right now he can be found amongst the groceries with every single rotisserie chicken in the store in his shopping basket, eyeing the vegetables dubiously. Sure, he's an omnivore in this form, but...

He picks up a head of kale and sniffs it.]

Is this supposed to be cooked?

Alternate scenario: [video/action?]

[Keman propped his journal up on a rock before his morning fly/attempt to hunt for food that won't try to talk to him and cause a crippling existential crisis, but he accidentally knocks it to the ground with his tail and the video switches on. For a while there's nothing but a boring view of the leaves and random detritus that litter the forest floor, but then he lands again and the camera gets a distinct view of a huge, blue, claw that blurs and then resolves into a booted foot. That weird kid who dresses like an extra from Lord of the Rings picks up the journal and stares anxiously at the camera.]

Fewmets. Was this on? That's...I need to...how do I erase it?

Comments

La la la, forever trolling you with redheads. XD

[widows_kiss]

[The laugh came from behind him, Natasha having wandered in to the grocery store to pick up some fresh milk for the cafe. The sound was warm and amused and her lips were quirked crookedly as she paused, because she'd caught that question whether she'd been meant to hear it or not.

The young man investigating the kale was one she hadn't seen before. A new arrival? They were coming more frequently these days - a concern, but not one for right this moment. And considering the amount of chicken in his shopping basket, something like a head of kale was probably a bit foreign to him.]

Sort of. You steam it. It's called kale. You've never had it before?

But not the RIGHT redhead. :|

[kemanorel]

[Keman turns abruptly at the sound of laughter and gets a flash of red hair--but the human woman standing in front of him isn't Shana. She's a stranger. He quickly puts the kale back in its spot, looking embarrassed and almost guilty.]

Oh...I see.

[He has no idea what steaming even means.]

N-no, I haven't. Most of the food here is unfamiliar. Even the bread is strange. Why is it sliced?

She says that depends on your definition of 'right' :D

[widows_kiss]

People are lazy? [She shrugs, because she has no idea why bread comes pre-sliced, but that seems a likely answer.] It often comes that way where I am from. At least in a grocery store.

[Catching sight of his embarrassed look, she gives him a sympathetic smile, understanding all too well the feeling of being out of your depth in a foreign place.] You seem a little lost. Can I help?

Don't tease, Natasha. He's just going to end up feeling weird and confused.

[kemanorel]

[He doesn't quite meet her eyes when she talks to him. It's still incredibly unnerving (in a good way!) to be surrounded by so many humans, some with extraordinary abilities, who aren't collared. Then again, the wings they all had could be seen as a kind of collar. Also, Natasha is extremely pretty for a human woman and somehow that embarrasses him even further.]

I'm still having a hard time getting my head around the fact that there's so much food available that you don't have to hunt or cook or ration out.

[He ducks his head again.]

This is all just...very different from what I'm used to.