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[ If you looked up at the sky in the last hour or so you may have noticed the dragon that was flying about, spreading her wings and all that. She couldn't help herself anymore, she needed to fly.

And once she was done stretching her wings and all that jazz she landed nearby the castle, clearly not giving a crap about subtly. Then the dragon started to glow and in a brilliant light display shifted into a woman.

So now there's a lady where a dragon once stood idly stretching her human limbs on the lawn. Whatever will you do? ]

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[he takes some steps backward as she shifts, watching not with the surprise and wariness of someone who is watching something they have never seen before, but with the excitement of someone who knows exactly what it is that they are witnessing, and are eager to see the result.

When her full form does unfurl, he can't hide his surprise-- and a moment of something that seems maybe something akin to nervous. In his eyes, that gleaming ivory hide of hers strikes a chord he didn't quite expect]

--Amazing.

[aside from that little bit of edginess, he seems only extremely pleased with what he sees. And, that little bit of edginess really has nothing to do with the fact that she's a dragon anyway--]

Your scales... they're white.

[he's a little undecided about it, actually. But, he realizes after a moment that without knowing anything about the clans from home, it would seem like an odd thing to point out to her.]

We don't get along, the white dragons and I.

[but then he finds his nerve to step closer, gazing boldly up at her]

...Hmm. You can't answer, can you?

I can... Words from this mouth can be dangerous.

[he wasn't sure either, honestly, he's so used to the words of dragons not being able to be understood by humans. He looks pleased when she is able to answer him... though her response is puzzling]

Dangerous? How so?

Our magic relies heavily on the words we speak, if the wrong words are spoken... it could be disastrous.

Oh my. ...And you have no way around that?

[he brings up a hand to fidget with that pendant he'd shown her before, considering something]

Are you connected to others of your kind in such a way that you don't necessarily need words to communicate?

Thankfully not all possess the ability to use such magic, but we do have other ways. We are connected through our minds, a sort of telepathy restricted only to my kind.

[a sigh.] I suppose it really must be true then, if here we are and our minds still cannot find each other.

[ah, well. With the odd mood he's in, he doesn't need much more convincing than that. He steps over to her lowered face, smile ever-present, though there is a sort of guarded warning behind it now]

There is something I could try, but I would first need to know how trustworthy you are.

And how will you find this out?

...I'm not sure, actually.

[shows how much thought he's putting into this]

You could try reassuring me, for a start. I like to believe that I am a fairly decent judge of character.

Well then, I can assure you that I am someone you can trust.

I hope you know that I don't take that claim lightly.

[and then he's unfastening his necklace and motioning for her to lean her head closer]

And I do not make it lightly.

[that seems to be good enough for him. With the pendant in his palm, he places his hand against the side of her face.

As soon as the gem comes in contact with her, there is sort of a magnetic reaction-- the vast energy within it suddenly clings to hers and establishes a connection. It might not be the same as if they had been of the same kind, but it's something at least. It's sort of like their souls are static-clinging together.

Ah, and there is his voice in her head.]

Mm. Much better.

Ah.

[and then comes a realization, the dawning of which causes him to laugh. Here he is, seeking to touch this dragoness' soul, and yet--] ...I haven't even told you my name yet, have I?

No, you have not.

[apparently he is a little more cautious than even he realizes sometimes.]

My name is Tekhetsio. [and, with their current connection, the meaning behind it can't help but float along with it. The concept of 'stories' or 'legends' rides behind his name]

You can call me Tek, if you prefer nicknames.

Tekhetsio. I will keep that in mind.

You should know that my true name is not Aerava.

Oh? May I ask what it is?

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