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Nhim has been making her way south from Nebraska-she'd rather head north towards her preferred climate, truth be told...but she also knows that food is more likely to be plentiful-not to mention easier to catch-towards the south, and right now, her stomach is the most pressing matter on her mind. Of course, there's still matter of finding a cave or the like that she can't get stuck in to make into a lair, and then outfitting it with a new hoard. For now, though? It's all about food.

She peers down at the landscape, her ears pricking forward as she spots an group of cattle wandering along. The dragon goes into a dive and easily slams into one as the rest of the herd flees, then, after a moment of covering her kill with her wings and looking around-old habits die hard-begins to eat. Despite being a ravenous giant carnivore, she'd actually welcome company. She hasn't run into many things that talk thus far.

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There is a bright light, somewhere below her. And, if the dragon is magic sensitive, a whole lot of magic going on.

In the middle of a field of ruined crops, Willow is testing out some magic. Hopefully, she can fix them up, maybe help some people in doing so. It never hurts to help.

Nhim only thinks about the bright light after she's taken down her cow of choice. She swallows a few gulps, then starts at a limping trot towards the source of the light. She'll come back for the cow later; the edge has been taken off her hunger for now.

The dragon might not be magic sensitive, but that doesn't stop her from taking a guess when she sees Willow. "A sorceress?" she guesses, stopping a few yards and pricking her ears forward.

Willow replies before she turns around. "Witch, actually. A little Wicca, a little Kabbalah, a little of pretty much everything else and-" She stops speaking as she turns to greet the new person, her hand flying up to cover her mouth.

"You're a dragon." Her eyes are big and wide, staring in some kind of awe.

"A northern, yes," she says placidly, sitting down and curling her tail around her feet like a cat. "I'm afraid I didn't recognize anything past 'witch', though."

About how big is Nhim? Cause Willow is going to try to hug her pretty soon now. "And you talk! And, a dragon! Which is, just, wow!"

Roughly? T-rex sized, though how she holds her head can tack a few feet on, depending. Her ears flick forward, pleased. "I'd say of course I talk, but it seems that this isn't my world, and humans aren't familiar with dragons. It's a pity."

"Dragon!" Willow squees, and throws herself into a hug across Nhims nose. It's just, well, she had all the Pern books growing up, and despite everything else, a real live dragon has not been one of those things she's seen in her travels.

Nhim snorts a bit in surprise but allows it, adjusting her muzzle slightly so Willow can avoid getting poked by the number of spikes on it. "...You may not be familiar, but you certainly are more enthusiastic than most of the humans from my world."

"Dragon." Willow says in agreement. Okay, give her a couple more seconds... All right, she's done now. Will backs off a bit, her face lit by a wide smile. "Hi!"

"Hello," she says, dipping her head in a greeting nod. She would do a full bow, but given her bad leg? She'd more likely go nose-first into the ground. "I should introduce myself-I am Nhim."

"I am in awe. I mean willow! Yes, I'm Willow. Willow, that's me! Hi, again. Wow." She will not say dragon again, she will not say "Dragon...." She draws it out, a little breathy. Dear Diary, I met a dragon today. and it was awesome.

Nhim's ears flick in amusement-just because she rarely laughs doesn't mean she can't show it in other ways. "In that case-I am pleased to meet you, Willow. And to be honest, hearing the word repeated that way is unusual-generally, if someone says 'dragon', it would be someone who is misinformed and shouting."

"But you're so pretty! I mean, I would understand if you were the fire breathing I want to eat a maiden and destroy your village type, but that just doesn't look like something you would do!" But then, willow is an optimist.

Willow is also skilled at pleasing draconic egos. Nhim's ears remain pricked forward, and her jaws gape slightly in an approximation of a smile. "Thank you. But looks are no way to judge a dragon's character, I'm afraid. Tsin the Heartless was beautiful...and had a notable tendency to set people on fire for her own amusement."

"Oh... But, you're good, right?" Right? Please?

"Of course. And I have the marks on me to prove it," she adds dryly.

"Marks?" Willow peers at the dragon, looking for any such marks

Nhim shifts a bit so Willow can see her right hind leg better. It looks like it was managled at some point in the past-the leg obvious healed wrong, with scar tissue twisting around it, and the toes bent and malformed. The dragon doesn't seem to put much weight on it-likely because it can't hold very much.

"An old war wound, from the last battle I fought in. I lost the half of my horn before that," she adds, turning her head so Willow can better see that the right horn has been snapped off at the halfway point.

"Oh you poor thing! Willow shakes her head. "That's just horrible!"

Nhim shrugs, a bit stiffly. (Damned joints.) "It was almost two hundred and fifty years ago-I've long since grown used to it. And I've seen far worse happen."

"I... wow." Willow closes her eyes. "Did I introduce my self yet?"

Nhim nods, her jaws gaping again in a smile. "You did. You're one of the few to do so so far, in fact."

"Oh, all right." She gestures at the greenery around her. "I was just trying to sort of, encourage the land."

"You practice nature magic of some sort?" she guesses. "I've meet druids who could work those sorts of spells."

"I practice, well, magic, really. I try for light and fluffy, but sometimes, there' just no help for it but a big old fireball." Especially in the middle of a nest of vampires.