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[Setting: Jhovam switched with his dragon, and is horribly disoriented. The plants are different, the sky is different, everything is different. Odd, it didn't look like his first time into the dragon world. Where is he? What is he doing there? Why is he there?]
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Jhovam blinked slowly at the ground. The dark-brown dirt was not the same dirt he just fell onto. For a moment, he didn’t grasp what just happened. He remembered the familiar pressure of his friend’s mind, but this time it kept pressing. And pressing. And pressing. Jhovam gripped his head with a tight clasp before feeling a nauseating jolt fly through his body. He rolled off his bed, staring at the pale brown floor as the nausea grew and grew. With one last wave of sickness, and a blast of pain, he found himself looking at this different dirt.

’How odd,’ Jhovam thought to himself. His pain and sickness was fading away, but that was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Slowly, he rose up from the ground, smoothing out the wrinkles on his rough tan robe. For a moment, he seemed at peace with himself. After all, he ‘just fell’, and he needed to figure out what happened. Maybe he fell out of the window by accident? Who knew? After all –

Jhovam froze as he glanced around the area. This isn’t on the compound. The grass seems rougher, and it has more of a brownish-red hue than his home. The sky was dusty and crimson on the horizon, fading into a gray all the way above his head. A soft breeze flew over the small valley, ruffling the alien foliage and bringing an oddly shrill sound to Jhovam’s now panicking ears. His dark blue eyes opened wide in fright as his jaw unconsiously dropped.

’Oh no . . . where am I?’

Jhovam's left eye twitched as he saw the draconic figure. His mouth dropped even further, and his eyes opened even wider. If he had any sense, he would have fled from the situation faster than he could say “panic”. But his legs didn’t listen to his screaming mind, and he just stared at the figure.

After (to him) what seemed like an enormously long time, he finally spoke up in a meek, soft voice. “Me?” Hesitantly, he pointed at himself with his left hand. Maybe the dragon didn’t understand common tongue. Pointing might help. Yes . . . that made sense. Pointing might help.

Jhovam still stood petrified, his left eye continuously twitching chaotically. He glanced between the two dragons, and slowly closed his mouth and lowered his pointing finger. Hesitantly, he asked, “How under the great sun can I understand you?”

Jhovam knew he could hear his own dragon, but that was different. It is like how a master can understand his pet, or how friends could understand each other without words. It was instinctive to him, but Ygrashmak wasn’t anywhere near them at the moment, as far as he could tell. He was cautious of sending out a call to his ally, and instead continued to ask questions.

“Where am I? And what about napping?” Jhovam slowly spoke up, and his left eye’s twitch decreased dramatically. He glanced nervously around him, trying to see any escape route, and then looked back at the dragons. He figured that he couldn’t outrun them. They were much larger, and most likely much faster. He couldn’t even outrun the other slaves.

“And what law did I break?”

((Glad you laughed. ^_^ ))

Jhovam appeared to be feeling emotions bred from an unholy union of confusion, fear, and humor. This red lizard thing suddenly acted like a mere dog in front of Jhovam, eager to play or eat or something. And he had no idea who the woman was, or the lizardy things. In fact, he had no idea if he should trust any of them.

“. . . What, under the great sun, are you talking about? What laws did I break? What ride? And why was I going to nap?” Jhovam stepped away from the crimson beast, obviously still cautious and afraid of the creatures. He wasn’t use to seeing dragons upfront; he and Ygrashmak only shifted positions. He never rode on the dragon’s back.

Jhovam eyed the stirring woman again, wondering what she was doing there? Was that viridian lizard hers? Was it the crimson one? Was she kidnapped? ‘What have I gotten myself into?’

Jhovam’s expression shifted slowly from his odd blend of fear to obvious confusion, then worry.
“Oh no . . . I don’t think I’m suppose to be here.” His eyes grew wide in realization as he slowly backed away. ‘Rashmak! Where are you! Are you breaking anything down?’

‘Umm . . . no? Why would I?’

Jhovam frowned heavily, then backed away further. Why was Ygrashmak sounding so hesitant? He didn’t ponder on it too much as he glanced at the two dragons and awakened woman. “I think I have to get home. I – I – I – I am not suppose to be here! I will get into trouble!”

Jhovam’s brow twitched as the woman burst into tears. He wasn’t use to females crying. He wasn’t use to it at all. They were the strong ones, the powerful ones, the dominant ones. He didn’t expect to see a woman cry on a viridian dragon as a crimson dragon was trying to lick him. Wait –

“Aah!” Jhovam shouted out as the rough tongue scraped against his soft, pale skin. He stepped back then tripped over himself, falling flat on the dirty ground. He seemed to be in a mixture of pain and fear as the crimson beast approached him even more.

’Ygrashmak! Red lizard winged things are licking me!’

’Not now Jhovam, I am a little busy.’

Jhovam winced as a second tongue licked his arm, and he looked up to the woman with fearful eyes. “W-what is going on? What is happening? Where am I? Where was - mistress – is – Fable – what?” He glanced to the two dragons, and did not feel comfort in the way they expressed that they would “take care of him”. He has experienced many times where “taking care of” wasn’t a positive experience in any way.

Knowing his dragon was “busy” and his pain and nausea was gone, he felt severely confused, disoriented, and for once in his life, alone. Tears began flowing down the side of Jhovam’s face, tracing dark lines in the dirt smudges on his cheeks.

Jhovam’s eyes continued to flow freely, tears streaming down them. He never felt so isolated, so confused, so sad, or so fearful. He curled up into a small ball, wrapping himself tightly within his robe. He felt horrible, and none of this felt right. Slowly, Jhovam’s whimpering ended.

“What is g-going on here?”