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[The girl actually doesn't... Until she finally notices him, stopping dead on her tracks and admiring the beast with wide eyes]

[The dragon is strange, one side is all shimmering black and sliver scales and the other side is scarred and ugly almost like he was burned with his own fire. He watches the young women with bright golden eyes bowing his head slightly.]

[Even though Catherine's life has been far from normal so far... Well, this is the first time she's ever encountered a dragon. She nods in return, reach to touch him with her hand, but waits for him to approach her. Yes, yes it would be a better idea to wait. Still,with all, she's fascinated with the dragon, and thinks it is a beautiful creature.]

[He moves forward and gently pushes his snout into her hand, half growling and half chirping his version of hello.]

[And Catherine smiles as her small hand touches his snout]
Hello

[Sean rarely let anyone see him like this and the fact that she isn't running away charms him. Gently he chirps again and lets his wings flare out.]

[And Catherine cannot help but look in awe at him.]
Wow. [Because certainly the sight is really, really impressive. ] It's like in the stories Madame Ursa used to tell me.

As you can see I am not a story dear girl.

[Sean rarely speaks in his dragon form but chirps and growls get annoying after a bit.]

[And allow her a moment of wide eyed surprise.]
Well, she did not tell me dragons could talk. [Still she sort of curtseys. It's the proper thing to do isn't it?] My name is Catherine, and it's an honor to meet you, Monsieur Dragon.

I'm not completely dragon that's why I can talk. I am wessen, part human part animal.

[The use of the french title makes him chuckle and he speaks in perfect French to her in reply.

C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer Mlle Cathrine s'il vous plaît appelez-moi Sean.

[Well, colour her really, really impressed]
C'est un vrai plaisir. Sean [She smiles widely]c'est la prémiere fois que je trouve un dragon''' pardon. Un wessen. Et un wessenqui parle français! C'est merveilleux!
[Because really she is very very impressed]

He switches back to English for a moment because it is easier to speak when he isn't human.]

I don't normally let people see me like this as I am not like the others of my kind But I was born and raised somewhat in Europe before I moved to America.

Ah, I see. But do not worry, I am good at keeping secrets, since I carry quite a few myself.
[And with that, she steps back, shrinking in size until she's the size of a doll. And that's what she seems to have transformed into: a porcelain doll.]

[Sean backs up giving a delighted growling laugh. He begins to shift and change his legs shrinking, his wings folding along his back and becoming a set of lovely body art. Once he is human again he walks behind a bush and returns a moment later dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with bare feet. He walks over to kneel at her level.]

Amazing.

Nick turned around, raising an eyebrow at what he saw. He'd seen a lot of shit since becoming a Grimm, but this?

Slowly, he takes a few steps backwards. "Of course I left my sword in my other cape," he teased.

The dragon chirps at him inching forward slowly so that Nick can see his shimmering black scales on one side and the terribly scared and hag like other side of himself. It looks like he burned himself with his own fire. Sean could talk in English if he wanted to but he wants Nick to get used to what he's seeing first. Royals are rarely seen in their full form.

Taking the fact that he hasn't bitten him as a good sign, Nick slowly approaches. He prays that somewhere inside the Dragon can sense he's a good guy and not blow fire at him. As he gets closer, one hand hesitantly reaches out, wanting to touch his scales.

"Hey fella. Or, I think you're a fella. You don't nip, do you?"

Sean pushes his snout into Nick's hand, chirping in annoyance at the idea he'd nip. He was more likely to bite off a hand if he needed to but never with Nick.

Nick smiled, petting the dragon's head, rubbing a thumb behind what looked like it might be his ear. "Hey, good boy. I wish I had some treats. Ooh, I could go catch you a fish. That's what they usually do in the movies."

Sean huffs a laugh. "Where on Earth are you going to get a fish in downtown Portland that isn't sushi," he finally says his voice lower and slightly growlly but still his.

[The doll doesn't even move, but Sean will surely be able to hear a very faint giggle from it.]

[He grins at her.]

Alright little one no more games, there is trouble around here we need to get inside.

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And excuse me because myfrench is so rusty it could give you a plethora of illnesses by contact

I used Google Translate if it helps!

Any help is appreciated so thanks ;)

You're welcome! I love Google Translate.

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