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"It seemed only polite. After all, it is her territory."

"She has been quite generous in letting so many strangers congregate here."

Oliver knows Lucy is no demon, but that doesn't mean he has a particular urge to keep discussing her.

"If you will excuse me, I shall go fetch a chair so that I may fully center myself before I start my healing magic."

Nhim nods. "All right." She settles herself more comfortably on the ground-she's likely going to have to hold still for awhile, and she'd rather not aggravate her joints.

And thus, Oliver goes inside. He passes a blonde young girl walking outside, in a jacket a few sizes too big for her.

The girl stops and gapes at Nhim.

Nhim's ears prick forward in a friendly fashion-she's used to being gaped at, and has learned the best way to try and look not so...carnivorous.

"Hello," she says, nodding a greeting.

"Hi," Bridgette echoes, then notes, "You can talk."

"All dragons can, where I come from. At least when they're old enough. Hatchlings just squeak."

"Marie used to squeak - now she talks." Bridge rolls her eyes. "A lot."

"And Marie is...?" Nhim tilts her head to the side, curious.

"Oh, she's my sister." Bridgette has to pause a moment to remember something important. "You won't be able to see her. She's invisible. But she's inside now anyway, eating a popsicle, so you couldn't see her even if you could."

"Does she know magic, then? I've seen wizards become invisible before, by using their spells. Granted, they were a great deal older than your sister likely is..."

"She's three."

Watch Bridgette neatly dodge why she's invisible!

"Hm. She must be naturally talented, then-or did someone cast a spell on her?"

Bridgette shrugs sharply, unconsciously shaking her head.

"Dunno," she say in a flat tone.

"Oh." Nhim does recognize that tone from children, and decides to move on. "My name is Nhim. What's yours?"

"Bridgette."

Nhim nods. "Pleasant to meet you, Bridgette. Is this your home?"

"It...."

Bridgette comes to a realization.

"It is. Not the same as my old home, but it's a new home. With Inty and Gabe."

Those names make the smile come back to her face.

She nods again, looking around again. "I've only met Oliver thus far, but I came in hopes of meeting a shapeshifter here. Have you met a woman who turns into a dragon?"

"Seen her 'round. She's black. As a dragon, not as a person, 'cuz then she's white. Black hair, though. As a person."

"I'd like to meet her. I haven't met any dragons of any type since I arrived here, but I'd like to. Have you seen her lately?"

Bridgette shakes her head. "But I'll show her to you if I see her and you're still here."

'Cuz, naturally, Lucy would miss the giant dragon if Bridge wasn't here to point her out!

Nhim nods again, glancing around. "I should be here for awhile, until I begin to head towards the west. I'm afraid the weather doesn't agree with me."

"I lived in Arizona," Bridgette boasts. "That's a desert."

Oliver comes out at this time, chair in hand. "Oh," a pause to remember her name, "Bridgette. How fare you?"

Bridgette blinks. "Um, fine, Mr. Wycliffe."

"Yes, well, now," Oliver says, setting the chair down near Nhim and looking somewhat awkwardly at the youngster. "Now, I'm about to perform some magic requiring a lot of concentration, so I would ask that you converse quietly, if it please you. Very well?"

Bridgette remains as unimpressed by Oliver as ever. "Sure."

His smile is a bit too hearty to be genuine. "Yes! Yes, thank you, good girl." He sits down and closes his eyes.

Nhim's ears pin back at the thought, and she rests her head on her forefeet, speaking quietly-might as well set a good example. "I've never seen a desert, and I have no wish to. I prefer snow and ice. I plan to head towards the mountains."