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A fairly normal someone - looks like a college kid - wanders into the cantina, looking around curiously. Hope I got the coordinates right...

He's dressed up, comparatively, at least - as in, he's in slacks and a fairly nice shirt as opposed to a t-shirt and jeans. He waves awkwardly at the bartender. "Uh, hey."

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[dark-eyed-fae.livejournal.com]

Davey raises an eyebrow, looking amused. "Well, wouldja look at that."

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-Bugs,- comes the quick mental reply.

"Pug, you suck," says Mornbein genially, her usual expression somewhat returned.

-Thrrrpt.-

[dark-eyed-fae.livejournal.com]

"... It's psychic?" He was expecting it to be a fairly normal - well, as normal as changelings ever were - cat.

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"Telepath." She looks down by her side and runs her fingers through the grass. "All Guardian Fae are. 'N no, they don't go fishin' in yer head."

-Pug like fishing.-

[dark-eyed-fae.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure you do. Just don't go catching whales or I might have to have a talk with you."

He chuckles. "Have to remember that next time I run into Swindle, I guess. If he's still a dragon, I mean."

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Golden eyes and blue are suddenly focused on him with surprise.

"Whutnow?" says Mornbein.

-Dragon?- asks Pug.

[dark-eyed-fae.livejournal.com]

He shrugs. "Swindle was some sort of shapeshifting dragon thing when I met him. A LOL, apparently. Scared the #$** out of me; I thought he was one of the Gentry."

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"He say what kinda dragon it was?" Mornbein sits up, her hand absently cupping the little snail she's dug out of the grass.

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He shrugs. "Don't know. It was fae, I could tell that. Probably one of those Guardians you talked about. Dragons aren't really what I'm good at."