TEST DRIVE MEME!

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TEST DRIVE MEME

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[caelum_ignis_draconigena]

Skyfire shrugs. "It was normal to me... Irritating to be one of the largest around." He grins a little. "At least I'm used to having to bend down to talk to almost everyone face to face. It would be nice to be smaller, even once in a while."

He nodded to the pony when their order was delivered and handed over one of the small, pre-counted bags of bits that he keept in one of the bags tucked under a wing. They'd give him the excess later, or let him know if he owed them a bit more... It was pretty hard for Skyfire to count out such small currency without tools after all. They'd brought out a barrel of local brew for Skyfire and an empty pitcher and mug for John.

Taking hold of the nearly pony sized barrel, he unsheathed a front claw and carefully sliced open the top of the wooden keg. Clearly there was no point in putting a spigot in it. "I'll leave it to you to fill the pitcher... The glass is a bit thinner than I feel safe trying to pick up." It wouldn't hurt him if it did break, but he didn't want to wreck anything.

At his comment of taking it all well, Skyfire just let out a sad sounding sigh. "When you've already lost everything, what difference does it make where you end up staying? I've made friends here... and I still have them..." Now that sounds like a bit of a story, but Skyfire doesn't really sound like he wants to talk about it. Even if it's something he should get off his chest.

[jumpthegun]

John snorts. Everybody likes the view from the other side of the fence. What he wouldn't give to be in Skyfire's shoes... or claws. Or whatever else he might have. "I'll trade you next time they're handing out magically transformed bodies, shall I?"

When their server carries out a pitcher and regular pint glass, John is a little mystified. He goes to prod at it... and manages to pick it up. With a hoof. Sure. That makes absolutely no sense. Of course it would happen. Trying to ignore this latest turn for the bizarre, John fills the pitcher, then his glass before raising his drink to Skyfire. "To found friends."

He takes a long pull off what turns out to be a surprisingly good beer. "All right, so if I'm just going to... be here. What do I need to know? What's currency? Who're we fighting or what are we looking for?" And where is he meant to live? He sees houses with ponies coming in and out, so presumably there somehow human like that, as well.