That is the wonder of this place, isn't it? That people such as ourselves could meet, even though our lands are so distinct, so strange... I find that to be a marvel. [he begins leading her back through the other side of the garden. Upon this side it is mostly tea plants and tobacco, green and earthy in fragrance, a contrast to the sweeter scent of flowers and fruit.]

We do still have some things in common. You mentioned dragons, what ever are those like in your world? Far different than I know them, if you consider them yours... [to Everett, they are deities, the idea of possessing one is not for a mortal to claim]