((Okay, I think I'm ready to give this another try - I believe my motivation and creativity have finally returned from wherever they were hiding.))
Larathen pondered that for a minute. "I wouldn't say it's common, no. I do have a home, and I even get back there from time to time, but I never really fit in there - my interest in humans, for one." Which was considered highly suspect, quite unnatural, or downright treasonous, depending on which member of his family one asked. Even Telnevarius hadn't fully understood. "I always wanted to see more of the world, anyway, so I was never going to be content living in the same place all my life. As for why I travel alone, well, that's simple. All the dragons I've met either don't understand why I choose to associate with humans, have no interest in leaving home, don't look human enough to not attract attention, or all three, and humans would be too much of a risk if they found out what I was." He smiled. "I've met a lot of people over the years - both humans and dragons - but you're the first person I've met I can share my secrets with."
And there, at last, was the campsite - little more than a campfire and a tent (which looked smaller than he remembered - at least it was a nice night to sleep out under the stars), but a welcome sight. "So, here we are," he said. "It might not look like much, but that tent's served me well over the years." Telnevarius had given it to Larathen as a going-away present, after first covering it in a layer of warding spells that had so far repelled everything from rain to mosquitoes to (on one rather too memorable occasion) a bear attack. Though Larathen had had the tent for years, he still hadn't figured out half of what his older brother had done to it.