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[@PaulHaynek]

Tomi stared at Kirei with a truthful interest, or at the very least what passed as such for Tomi. Interest in the gold dragon was fleeting at best, though came in powerful episodes. It required a level of care and effort to maintain; things that Tomi did not have in ample reserves. Still, her eyes switched from Kirei to the other young man beside him, some Takeshi Oja.

[color=fff200]"Oja?"[/color] she repeated. He looked nothing like the Takeshi Tomi knew of. This little presentation speech of his resonated in her mind like an old memory, like a [i]déjà-vu[/i]. She looked at this 'Takeshi' from head to toe. His short black hair and evenly dark colored clothing - nothing like what she remembered.

[color=fff200]"But..."[/color] before she could speak, however, Tomi was cut off by Kirei who seemed to lay out his inner thoughts out loud for them to hear, but not to answer. Seemingly frustrated with the Dragon and her story, he walked away to deal with some other matter. [color=fff200]"And there he goes..."[/color] Tomi muttered in a sigh. It wasn't the first time a Kannazuki walked away from her in frustration, she ought to admit. That too felt like a familiar memory, she thought, with an inner laugh and a smirk.

[color=fff200]"My name is Tomi Oro. I am a Gold Dragon from further north on the main continent, but I couldn't give you an exact location."[/color] Tomi started divulging information about her origins. From where she came from to hear early years to decripbing her lair in a little more details than necessary, taking extra care describing her pride and joy: the treasure hoard she left behind when she took off on her personal quest. Eventually, her story made it to where they now are.

[color=fff200]"So... I decided to take a nap and this is where I woke up. I took flight and ended up here. The good news is I think I understand what happened."[/color] For the first time since Takeshi looked at her, Tomi finally had a more serious air about her. Finally, the man might feel emanating from her all the raw power, magic, and ancestry that one may have expected from a Dragon - even in human form.

[color=fff200]"Everything feels different; the scent, the air, the colors of the clouds and the color of the leaves. So slight the changes are that I failed to see it at first, but I feel it. This place... it's not Shizuyama. At least, it's not [i]my[/i] Shizuyama."[/color] She took a step towards Takeshi, leaning in closer and closer to his head until... she picked a strand of his black hair in her hand to smell it. Was it necessary? No, but it was solely to emphasize her next point.

[color=fff200]"Even you, Takeshi. I met you from where I come from, but you are wholly different, down to your scent. So, I do not know how, but it seemed I have slept my way to an... Alternate Shizuyama. [i]Somehow[/i]?"[/color]


All air of seriousness left her just as quickly as it came when she slouched back into a pout, arms crossed, and lamented: [color=fff200]"Definitely a Tomi thing to do... Just my luck!"[/color]