[center][b]TZI TI'AMTUM[/b][/center]

Imagine, for a second, that your name is Tzi Ti'amtum. Imagine, for a second, that you are a reasonably well-dispositioned, rarely flappable young man who usually takes most situations in stride. Imagine, for a second, that on what had first appeared to be a rather routine (had it not been for the presence of royalty) mission, things escalated to the point where you had come face to face with a dragon.

Now imagine what you, as the known foodie Tzi Ti'amtum, would do upon seeing such a vast and awe-inspiring creature.

A casual joke about eating it, right?

Unfortunately, you're off the mark there.

Completely and utterly off the mark.

Tzi Ti'amtum's face was blank, mouth agape at the sudden revelation of the girl's status as a great dragon. No life seemed to emanate from his large form. He stood ramrod still, like a boulder that had stayed in position and done nothing for over a millennia. His visible eye was focused entirely upon the dragon. He didn't say a single word. He only stared. Frozen by the rather awe-inspiring sight.

Even when Diana returned to her human form, he still stood there, frozen.

A two metre statue of flesh rather than a human.

Not every day a fisher boy saw a dragon, after all.

It looked like somebody needed to give him a poke.