oh my god not another open post

[ofgoldenfoil]

Date & Time: OPEN! Forward dated to the 15th.
Location: throughout the city
Characters: Aurican and YOU
Summary: There's a big, shiny horse-sized baby dragon around the city. What would you do on a casual day when you see one?


Morning

The morning light has barely lifted its dreary head before a young gold dragon sets out of the apartment complex for a day at work. He's a courier now, with straps wrapped around his chest and neck so to two empty bags, one for each side, can be filled with letters and parcels. His employer at first had doubts, but when Aurican demonstrated his good speed on a trot and on a run, he is employed more readily, even though it was obvious that the employer was hoping Aurican will fly. (Aurican himself was disappointed at well, and apologized profusely.)

After taking a stop to the mail station to fill up his bags, it is off trotting through the streets, bringing those their deliveries. Sometimes he will have to pause to catch his breath - as swift as he might be, he is large and doesn't have the light-footedness of his copper cousin Blayze.


Afternoon

A time of a break, a time that Aurican learns of something called a "lunch": a meal for a certain time of a day. Aurican at first found it odd to always mark a time of a day with a meal, but after a week of work, he finally understands the necessary of it. It makes him eager for finishing work, ready to scarf down much needed food before he sets off with more deliveries.

Aurican's favorite meal is chicken, as it tends to be not only tasty, but tend to be cheaper than the red meat of cows. As a growing dragon, he usually requires one whole chicken as his meal. Today, he bought his chicken raw and ate outside, behind a pub. He scorched it with his fire until it was black enough for his likening. (He has developed a taste for cooked food, thanks to the residents of this world.)


Evening

A day drawing to its close, Aurican has done his rounds for the day. Feeling a little more tired than usual, he heads towards to the apartment complex. Pressing the door to open, he enters the main lobby, ready to climb the awkward stairs that he comes to dislike. He hopes he doesn't run into someone coming down on his way up. It is always awkward to avoid them and more often than not he had to turn around and climb down to allow them passage.

Comments

[whatsupcroc]

She held herself steady, waiting for his forepaw with more fortitude born out of a confidence in his carefulness than anything else. When he's close, she closes the gap, pressing her palm to his paw.

"Nice adaptation," she remarks, winking as she says so. "Wasn't expecting a full-on hand-shake! Is that how you guys normally say hello?"

She's unaware of how silly that sounds, considering how saying hello needn't be more than the action in summation itself: speaking a hello being enough greeting. She's lost in her own cultural context for officiating meetings.

[ofgoldenfoil]

Aurican is careful in lowering his paw as well. Terri's hand has felt so delicate, even if his sense of touch is more muted than a human's. "We don't touch paws in saying hello, we just say it. Or at least, my nestmates and I do. I thought it be more proper to do it the human way."

Well, as much of the human way as Aurican physically can, anyhow.

[whatsupcroc]

Humans were by nature very delicate creatures. It's something of a problem wehn they're pitted against more durable, stronger creations, but even so, they're sturdier than they appear. (Thank goodness!)

"It's nice of you to try things out a different way. Though I bet there aren't as many people trying to shake hands with you. Or trying to make off with your deliveries!"

No one with half an intelligent thought in their head, who wasn't on some sort of drug, would possibly think it could end well.

[ofgoldenfoil]

That Aurican can agree with. He is thankful for that, at least.

"I think I can outrun, at least," he said, boasting and rising his shoulders in pride.

[whatsupcroc]

"Think you're faster than the cars we have?" Collette grins, placing a hand on her hip in an almost cocky motion. "Ever had a race with one, Goldilocks?"

[ofgoldenfoil]

"No, because I am worried they will run me over. Flesh yields to metal, every time. "

Aurican has a very healthy respect toward cars, that is obvious.

[whatsupcroc]

Nodding, she agrees with his astute point. "You're right about that," she concludes. "If it counts for anything, you're much more personable than any car I've ever met. Flesh yields to metal, but meta's got nothing on fleshy conversation!"

[ofgoldenfoil]

"I doubt anyone can drive me at either case," he remarks drolly. He looks at the street, wondering how much time has past. He will be behind on his deliveries if he doesn't move quickly.

"I must be going," he declares. "It is good to speak with you, Terri."

[whatsupcroc]

She waves, backing up and flashing him a last grin. "Later, gater!"