"Abeir-Toril, and to have fun, of course. Well, mostly, something came up that I have to take care of, but after that, we get to have fun." He stops, then turns back to her, pondering for a moment. Then walks back over to her.
"You know, change of plans, give me those clothes back and shift into a more dragon form, but stay humanoid looking. You crying will attract more attention then a half-dragon walking around a town with me. I might have to deal with a paladin. Stupid honor and justice." He half mutters the last part to himself, holding out his hands for the clothes, waiting for her to change.
Once she was done, he gives her a once over, making her make minor changes here and there until she looked just right. After that, he hands her the clothes back, changed slightly to fit her new form. "Okay, put your clothes back on and change your scales to silver and we'll be done." He turns to continue on, then stops again, sighing to himself, turning back to her. "Almost forgot that silver dragons can breath a cone of cold." Kiyoshi grabs Omoi by her head, gently but firmly, and mutters something under his breath. Suddenly, knowledge on her weapon and how to use it springs into her head. "Yea, that enchantment will last about a week, and you can use the attack whenever, just make sure you aim it right." With that finally done, he turns back to where he was heading, still smiling.