Numbers and formulas sped through Dimitri's head as he soared through the air. Each beat changed a value and every change in the wind did the same. His every movement was calculated to keep his body aloft and on course. And he did it all as effortlessly as breathing.
This was almost entertainment for him, running the numbers. He could fly without thinking of such things, yes, but it pleased him to be able to calculate the exact angle at which to tilt his tail or the rate at which to beat his wings. It was pleasing to translate the things he knew in his heart to the language of numbers.
He thought of how this manner of thinking conflicted with that of his saar. What would he spend his time doing, if he could have the brain of his saarantras while in his own body? Would he perhaps admire the clouds? Or could he perhaps resolve the shapes passing beneath him into a semblance of art in his mind? The ideas were strange to him and he wondered if he would ever be able to splice the two consciousnesses.
"Or three," Came a chuckle from his back and Dimitri started. It had been days since the strange porcupine had attached himself to Tree, and still the dragon wasn't used to it. Familiar, he called himself, and yet he felt foreign. "I feel no need to splice my mind to yours, Neo," Dimitiri told him. "The connection in our minds is invasion enough." Neo chuckled once more and fell silent. He had been incorrigible, like he was privy to a secret joke, and his laughing and weighted silences were driving Dimitri mad. He tried to ignore the creature and set his mind back to his task.
Tree tilted his wings and began to descend once more. His last landing had been some miles back when the mountains had become too tall to fly over. The air had run too thin to hold the weight of the dragon and so he had landed and made his way, breathing hard, over the ridges. It would be worth it, he told himself, when he found them.
The female had told him that he was not like them. The dragons here were different, but they bore the same name - surely they could not be so different? A number of things had confirmed his suspicions that this world was not his own (Neo not the least of these), but Wilhemina had recognized his form, so they must share physical similarities at least.
When he had made his way over the ridge he took to the air once more, eyes raking over the land for signs of the dragons.
What he found gave him pause. There was no dragon in sight, but there was a traveler. Curious, Tree dropped from the sky a ways back from the pair and shifted - letting Neo tumble unceremoniously to the ground. He was well practiced in the act of clothing by now (it had taken months to master the art of which pieces went where) and it only took him a minute to shrug into the black silk shirt, brown cotton pants and leather boots before settling the leather pack back across his back.
Excitement filled him, a giddy sort of enthusiasm at the prospect of meeting new people - and the dragons of this world. Neo grumbled under his breath as he moved through the grass to Tree's side.
"Your dragon is not very nice," He observed.
Tree laughed. He found Neo much easier to deal with while in his saar, "He's not 'my dragon'. He's me. I am a dragon," he tried to explain. It wasn't really necessary to explain. The porcupine had access to his mind and understood the differences between the two, but that certainly didn't mean he liked it any better. He found the humorless, analytical dragon hard to deal with. And boring. He much preferred when Dimitri took his saar.
"Come on!"Tree said with a smile, taking off at a sprint in the direction where he had seen the travelers. "Let us go see who they are!" Neo grumbled again but his humor was much improved and he followed.
They ran for some time before they spotted the travelers again and Dimitri slowed to a walk. He found that humans panicked easily when another of their kind ran towards them. Walking was a sign of goodwill or something. He threw his arms in the air and waved his hands. "Halloooo!" He called, speeding his walk up a little. Who could walk when they were so excited?
When he drew near enough to speak, he did so (with great enthusiasm). "What are you doing out here?" he questioned, "It's dangerous!" or so the person who had given him directions had insisted. The man had a nasty scar to prove it, too. The dragons were not fond of humans in their lands. He completely disregarded the fact that he was (for all it looked) a human with a single pack standing unarmed in the middle of the DragonLands, not wearing anything that even resembled armor. Neo, ever the one with an eye out for humor, gave a small chuckle but said nothing.