The Bird and the Wyrm

"So... in essence..." I took a sip from his lemon tea, wincing a little as my straw drew up an especially sour bit of lemon. I coughed. "So, in essence, ’magic’," I made little quotation marks with my fingers, "is more-or-less real."

"More-or-less."

"And magical creatures too."

"It’s a bit of a paranormal spectrum, but yes."

I sat back in the restaurant booth. The whole thing, table and ’chair’ were made of a wood that creaked and warped at my every move. I stopped moving. Around us the restaurant had nearly completely cleared out and the pair of waitresses were starting to give us more and more obvious glares.

Another day I would have already scarpered - I don’t like making people annoyed - but today I had more important things to worry about.

It was crazy, the whole thing was crazy, but that’s all I had. I had to believe.

"And, somehow, I am a dragon." It took me a moment to build the courage to say it.

"Yes," you replied. "I guess it comes as a bit of a shock."

"A bit, yeah."

We fell silent. Then a thought occurred to me.