Confrontation aboard Green Morningstar
Jongo landed on Green Morningstar and slowly, carefully, in full view of both dragons, changed back to the figure of a young human child with dusty blond hair and a white shift -- though with pointy ears.
Green and grey eye stared up at the dragons in wonder, and a small smile played at the corner of Jongo's lips, before he bowed respectfully.
"You have asked a question, and it will be answered. However, your actions demand something else; my gratitude. Thank you. I did something foolish - fun, but foolish - and your intervention saved us a great deal of hardship." Jongo raised her head, and grinned, no longer able to contain himself. She looked back at Haramhold, and squealed, "Butterfly, look! Dragons! Sooooooo awesome!"
The Band of Chaos, now a circular necklace, sung a low note, which snapped Jongo back to the matter at hand. Composing himself, Jongo coughed, and slightly abased, addressed the dragons again, "My name is Jongo, Master and/or Mistress of Chaos. Which, you would think, would mean that I'd be able to control Chaos Beasts, at least in some fashion, right? I mean, right? But nooooooo, they didn't want to listen, they..."
"Ummm... Uncle?" Breaking in, Amanda stopped Jongo's rambling.
"Dragons?" Amanda, with just a small jerk of her thumb, pointed up towards the two visitors.
"Ah, right, excuse me. My nature is to be a bit distracting. Where was I? Oh! Right. Anyways, I'm Jongo, first scion of Baz'Auran. With me is my brother, Butterfly the Builder - more commonly called Haramhold - and his adopted daughter Amanda, who calls me Uncle, which I rather like." Jongo spared a smile towards his companions, before a rope from the rigging dropped down from the sail above, and tapped Jongo's shoulder.
"Oh! Right. And the 'orange contraption' is Green Morningstar. Haramhold built it, and I helped! A finer Living Ship that flies you won't find anywhere on the Disk. Anyways, we're all headed to see our family. Or, what we hope is our family. You see, we got a bit separated. But look at me, I'm rambling again, aren't I?" Absent mindedly, Jongo giggled. It seemed the sight of two dragons up close was causing her to act a bit giddier than usual.
So. Normal giddy, plus extra giddy, for a very giddy Jongo.
With some difficulty, Jongo controlled himself, and pointed at each sentient thing slowly and deliberately as she named them.
"Let me summarize. Jongo. Haramhold. Amanda (and Jewely, of course). Green Morningstar. Her crew. Oh! And the Band of Chaos." The necklace played a soft hello, gruff and mildly threatening. Like a bodyguard nodding their head, letting people know that if things were to go down, it wouldn't be easy.
Either not noticing or just unconcerned, Jongo finally asked, "May we ask your names? Also, do I really smell of eternity? I swear I've taken a bath in the past few days."