Keman grinned. Now this was more like it. "But the application of the scientific method and use of tools to improve the collective good is also technology isn't it?" He laughed. "And caves can be quite cozy. I grew up in one, you know. They're very economic to heat. And," he added, eyes twinkling, "there's quite a lot to be said about raw meat. More nutrients, and all that. Can't break it down in this body, unfortunately." Two-legger bodies really were inconvenient like that.

Sighing, Keman looked down at his very human hands. They were pale and kind of freckled (like the rest of him), with long fingers that ended in short, blunt nails...not claws. Great tools for tasks that required a delicate touch (and/or an opposable thumb), but pretty useless otherwise. "This body has its good points," he admitted. "I mean, I've been in it often enough, even before I came here. My natural form is quite a bit bigger than this, and it's a little more...imposing, I guess. I don't stand out as much when I'm like this."

The dragon stared wistfully out the window at the sky. He could almost feel the sun warming his back while the chilly Autumn ran over his scales. Far above the trees, a bird (he couldn't tell what type) was drifting on a thermal. It didn't even have to move its wings. The air currents did all the work.

Keman, grounded, flightless, was jealous.

"Before I came here, I could fly. I think that's what I miss the most."