She paused on the steps and turned with a curious expression on her face at Cyne, when he said he wanted to see how her race worked as a species. How curious this mortal was, to her... and intelligent enough to follow such a long tale earlier. "Hmm..." The vampire queen replied noncommittally as she dug in a pocket for a flint and a piece of steel as she strode over to a darkened corner of the ruins large room below the surface. "You'll see in just a moment, Princeling." She hadn't missed the reference he used to himself, calling him 'her curious Prince' and it amused her a little.<br/><br/>Slowly, she poured oil in the niche that ran along the wall horizontally and quickly struck the flint and steel over it, the sparks catching the oil and sending the blaze all around the large chamber with the remnants of old explorers who had used the carved recess themselves in recent times. Light spilled across the room, flickering and dancing over the object in the center, the shadows dancing across it and making the skeletal being seem to move even though it was long dead and stationary, curled around petrified oval objects between its fleshless claws.<br/><br/>"These ruins were not vampire, nor mortal habitations.... while these creatures could sometimes take on a mortal form, dragons had their own reasons for secrecy before the Sundering cut their connection to the magic that gave them breath, gave them existence." Her voice was sad, as if disappointed the great beasts had died out in the end. "Some struggled and survived for awhile... but this world was not hospitable to them." She strode forward, beckoning Cyne to follow, running her hand over the age-stained bones of the dragon's jaw. It's head was longer than her entire body and the rest of its form followed in proportion.