Hello, how are you today? [Draco!]

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He wasn't sure exactly where he was, but it was warm and quiet and he was just fine with that. Floating lazily just a ways off-shore, Kanoa was content with watching the birds of whatever beach he was looking at fly around and go about their business. With his head drooped as much as possible while keeping his nostrils above the calm, rocking waves, he was comfortable. Comfortable enough, at least, for one coping with the trauma of being "found" by a random merchant ship a few days earlier; though nobody had actually seen him, he'd dove and disappeared in the depths of the sea for a couple of days simply because the sails were too big and it made him feel threatened. He was squirrel-y, for sure.

But he was happier now! There were no big, scary ships around, things were quiet enough for him, and it was nice and sunny! It was like his own little paradise! Exhaling loudly, causing a spray of water to shoot seemingly out of nowhere, he began to wade his way horizontally along the shore in hopes of finding some sort of nice, homey little cave he could nap in.  

The silver and blue coloring of his scales hid him well from "predators", or at least Kanoa was convinced they did, so he felt protected as he navigated the alien waters of this little bay even though most of his body was submerged. Everything was going well until one of those darned birds decided to venture over and dared to land on his snout. He wasn't very happy about that at all, and his mood completely flipped from happy to enraged in a matter of seconds. Roaring, though it certainly wasn't the most intimidating of roars, he raised his out of the water, snapped his head back, and flung the poor bird into the air before quickly diving. The only problem: he wasn't in very deep water.

He bumped his snout into the sandy bottom first and he growled in frustration before, reluctantly, letting himself float to the surface again. Just as quickly as he'd snapped he was back to near-normal, slinking along as he soon forgot about that little bird and turned his attention back to the task of finding a shelter of some sort in the "new" area.

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Back to something he loved. Jaks was just off the beach, up above where there was grass and he'd already found a number of interesting things. For the first time in a while, Jaks wasn't worried about being found, he didn't bear any of the mental scars that kept him quiet and nervous. He was in his element and loving it. He'd gently dust something off and place it to the side before going back for more, a plate with an ugly floral design was trash to everyone but to him it was a priceless treasure, ten years old, fifty, hundreds, he found it in the ground, it had belonged to someone else and that made it special.

He'd just picked up a cup, chipped but in otherwise good condition, he picked the dirt from it, wrinkling his nose when he got it under his nails and then smiled at it triumphantly. Until a strange roar startled him and he dropped the cup onto a rock which caused it to shatter into more pieces than Jaks cared to bend over and count. A loud curse rang out after and he stormed off to the shore, his boots getting covered with sand.

Jaks saw it, floating and gasped and moved a hand to his chest when it moved. He blinked his large green eyes and stepped until the bottoms of his shoes were wet with ocean water. "Hey!" Jaks picked up a rock and threw it a ways away from the thing to get its attention. Maybe it had good hearing. Jaks had good hearing. "You owe me a priceless cup you... you..." Jaks threw another rock and cupped his hands around his mouth, "You scaley thing!"

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With Jaks being off the beach a ways Kanoa hadn't seen him at all. Until, of course, he came storming down the sand. At first he was a little startled to have the little elf yelling at him, but because he only saw him as "the yelling elf" he didn't really find him all that threatening. When a rock landed near him in the water he ducked his head beneath the surface to look at it and then came up again in puzzlement and the conclusion that the little elf had no aim whatsoever. A little curious, he cautiously swam closer to the shore until his clawed paws -his front paws really since he had no hind ones in dragon form- touched the bottom and he was able to "stand" up from the water.

Peering down at the rock-throwing elf, he cocked his head to the side a little, confused as to how such a small creature could yell as loud as he had. Too noisy, he concluded. He didn't perceive Jaks as a threat right now, even though he'd thrown rocks at him, and so he lowered his head more to the elf's level and just watched him with big, gentle eyes. He couldn't speak with words as he was now so he just rumbled and made a point of "poking" Jaks with his muzzle. It was his way of apology, even though he had no idea what he was talking about, he didn't see any priceless cups. He wasn't very observant, though, and really all he saw was sand, water, and this angry elf in front of him.

Since he was already partially out of the water, Kanoa went ahead and dragged himself onto the sand, swishing his tail about crazily as he went and probably sending little bits of wet sand Jaks's way, unintentionally. Then he flopped down in the warm sand and just stared at the elf, fascinated with how such a little man had managed to storm down the beach and throw rocks and yell and make a scene; he didn't look threatening at all to him, he was tiny and looked as though it'd take a lot of effort to much of anything. Of course, this coming from a big dragon.

[Anonymous]

Oh, crap.

Jaks stared and felt his mouth drop open. It wasn't supposed to come closer. Why was it coming closer? The elf looked over his shoulder and took a soft breath. He didn't want to be lunch and not water dragon lunch!

He went pale and held up his arms when the dragon poked him with his nose, gasping softly before staring and letting his mouth drop open. "Don't eat me. I'm sorry!" Jaks smiled and pressed a hand on the dragons muzzle. This couldn't be worse than the werewolf, Jaks reminded himself, he swallowed and steeled himself, shoulders going back and his expression going a little blank.

Watched quietly when the dragon settled down into the sand. Then he spat out the bits that got into his open mouth and wiped the sand from his eyes which were now a little red and tearing up. "That wasn't nice!" he complained before walking over to the dragon, being sure to keep a good five feet away.

Dragon wasn't looking like he wanted to eat him. Jaks threw rocks! It was a dragon-thing! Surely it wanted to eat him, surely. "You aren't going to eat me?" He was surprised and put his hands into his pockets, not really being able to remember if he brought the broken cup with him or if he dropped it before the dragon poked the elf with his nose and scared the crap out of him.

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He watched as the elf moved toward him, curious about how he looked, how he seemed shocked that he wasn't planning on eating him. Of course he had no intention of eating him, even though he had thrown rocks at him. Rumbling a little, he shifted in the sand, moving his head to close the gap between them and place his nose right at the elf's ankles. Blowing warm air at him, he looked up questioningly, blinking his big, gentle eyes. Still having no idea what he'd interrupted, Kanoa didn't feel bad at all and wondered why Jaks had been so mad before. It was a bit ironic, then, that all he had to do was crawl further up the beach to have a view of the grassy area.

It was a tempting thought to shift and try to talk to Jaks, try to understand what it was he'd been so upset about. It wasn't often that he had to deal with encountering other beings; he'd headed off on this little search of his simply for the desire to not have to handle being around a lot of random people. Something was different about this elf, though. Kanoa usually took most things as a threat or something to just be cautious of, but he didn't really seem to care about this one's antics.

Slowly shifting in the sand again, he turned himself around to face Jaks and promptly lifted his head to sniff at his shirt. He didn't really understand that it was probably a pretty rude thing to do, though. Who would randomly smell a stranger's shirt? He didn't really care, but it was because he actually didn't know. Being socially acceptable wasn't really one of his strong points as modesty just wasn't something he practiced.