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Who: Pharos and open!
Where: Anywhere and everywhere
When: April 26-May 3 (aka the event
Summary: Who wants to play with a bitty dragon? Well, it's a bitty dragon that doesn't understand personal space, so good luck if you don't.
Warnings: None

This was not the first form Pharos had been in. Well, technically, this is the first 'Pharos' there as been, but he has memories of before this body is the point. He was expecting a new form in the future. Just... not this.

Still, it doesn't take him long to get used to it. In fact, this form actually makes for some interesting exploration possibilities. He's spent a lot of time surveying the city from the ground, walking around pretty much everywhere when he's had the chance. But now, he can get an aerial view, once he gets the hang of flying. Or... once he gets the hang of taking off, anyway. Citizens of the city might come across him when he's landed for a break or check out something (possibly landing on people if they're what he finds curious), or in the instance of him simply dropping out of the sky. Flying with actual wings is hard.

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A Pokémon? [What a strange word.] No, I think I just changed forms somehow. I'm not sure how that happened.

[He's not introducing himself, because he feels like it should be obvious that it's him. Pharos doesn't get that changing forms might through people off a bit.]

[He nods.]

Okay. Who did you used to be before, then?

Pharos. [Isn't it obvious? no]

Wow! That's so cool!

[He can't recognize his friend like all while he's like this.]

How does it feel? Can we play together? Can you fly?

It feels strange, but interesting. I guess we can. Sort of.

[just answering your questions in order!]

Okay! Then can I ride on you? We could fly like Sir Red's charizard does.

We could try. [He's not sure he's good enough at flying to hold you, though... Or big enough, for that matter.

Yay! I can ride on you first! And then you can ride on me! We can both carry each other!

Alright. [Pharos is barely large enough for Cu Chulainn to ride on, but... he'll fit. Sort of.]

[Cu Chulainn giggles as he climbs on top of Pharos.]

Let's go! Fly!

[Well... he'll try! He can't get as far off the ground as he does by himself, but he can at least hover like... two feet. Maybe. He'll just fly around in a circle for a bit, trying to get used to it.]

Yay!

[He cheers loudly, swinging his legs. Even though Pharos is slow, he enjoys it.]

[Well, that's good, because he's not going any faster or any higher and he has to stop after only a few minutes. The other boy doesn't look that heavy, but when you're so small...]

[He waits until the dragon completely stops before hopping off.]

Okay! Now it's my turn! Hop on my back!

[He stoops down to wait for Pharos.]

[Pharos flies up the short distant to Cu Chulainn's back, clutching on with his tiny claws. Hopefully they don't hurt at all.]

I'm ready.

[Fortunately, Pharos' claws don't hurt very much.]

[When he hears Pharos say he's read, he starts running. He somewhat faster than Pharos had gone, though he still runs in a circle.]

[This... this is fun! A short laugh comes out of the dragon, before he's promptly incredibly confused by the fact that just happened.]

Do you want me to go faster?

[Cu Chulainn sees nothing wrong with enjoying a piggy back ride. With his enhanced strength and energy, he can keep on doing this for a while.]

[Nothing wrong with it, certainly, but even though Pharos has been learning how to smile and everything, laughter isn't a hurdle he'd jumped over yet.]

Alright... [he's curious!]

[He starts running faster, still going in circles.]

Look! I'm going quick! As quick as a pony! Do you like it?

[Pharos pokes his head up so he's getting the wind fully in his face, and he can't help but smile and sound excited.] Yes!

Yay!

[He's so excited he starts skipping...which would make the ride bumpier.]

[That it does, so Pharos makes sure his grip on the other boy is secure.] Do you do this a lot?

No, not at all. I usually don't meet anyone who's light enough for me to carry. Or anyone who wants me to carry them.