Noxaura raised a brow, looking at him over her shoulder. "Oh so now you deem me worthy enough to give you a name..." This dragon was a strange yet arrogant and bossy one. Giving him a cold look at the ring of smoke that caught her in the back and face. Not in the least bit amused she went to scoop up some water and re-wash when the water level went down by three quarters at least. Looking up she noted why with a little sigh. She was definitely going to have to do something about his size and destruction, or her advantage would be lost entirely in her re-capture, all because her dragon had no care to what his simple actions did to the terrain around him.<br/><br/>Washing the last of the soot off, she retrieved some crystals from her stolen satchel. Drawing a symbol with her blood in the grass after placing the crystal atop, she stood over it, now dressed in her sopping wet clothes. Giving a one word incantation she was engulfed in a sort of mini tornado, the fire crystal adding the heat needed to completely dry her off. Another one-word incantation had her blood being burnt into nothing to make it more difficult for trackers. Packing away her things and slinging her satchel over her shoulders she said at the end of his story. "So you wish to be King of your species, rolling in a sea of luxury, fresh meat and have a mate by your side to indulge these desires?" A moments pause and she blurted, "Astarot... yes Astarot shall do. Henceforth I shall call you Astarot, the leading one, Chief, King... you certainly act like one."<br/><br/>She sat on a fallen tree and looked up at the beautiful clear blue sky, the sun sparkling like a jewel. "She is dying you know." Looking to Astarot, face still tilted to the sun having missed this simple beauty of nature. "The King's elder dragon, Tiamat, is dying. She may sit atop a mountain of jewels, may have her choice cuts of meat, but the King is slowly killing her. Those bribes are just about keeping her sane. She has made a great many painful sacrifices through no choice of her own, no longer able to hunt, making her weak and her senses dull, kept under the King's guard, chained to him, caged, unable to disobey, but unable to refuse his word. Her wings have shrunk over the years, kept as more of a jewel encrusted symbol of the King's overwhelming power, because nothing has ever been strong enough to challenge him and his dragon. The very room we escaped from boosts his magic power, making him strong enough to syphon his dragons power through their bond and use it against her. Through his greed and cowardice he is snuffing out the fire of the last female elder. The more he takes the more she goes, nor does he care.” She shook her head. "However, do no think you can take her on even now, female elders are stronger than their male counterparts, even weakened, so try and woo her at your own peril.”<br/><br/>After his advice, she said,<i>"no.</i>" The frigid tone to her voice enough to chill to the bone. "I do not need allies, I do not need friends." She trusted no one and nothing and she did not plan to start now, it was what got her family slaughtered in the first place, she did not plan to make the same mistake. However, what she could trust in was others fear, anger and need to survive, and she could use that against them to get what she wanted.<br/><br/>"Besides, you seem to think I have no knowledge of where my prey is lurking. I grew savvy in my years. The moment they started sending me out on missions, I began completing them faster than the strict time frame, so I could use the chance to spy, collect information. Humans are very open with information when they think no one is around or listening," she told him, standing up to begin stretching her muscles, keep them warm and limber. "I mastered the art of spying and silent stealth." She began stretching in an almost acrobatic fashion. "It turns out Sir Fergus openly seeks admiration and celebration for his victories. He loves to boast, tell stories, drink, be merry after every kill or capture. He does not hide, he openly invites creatures to come for him, a figurative gauntlet thrown at their feet in a bid to come and kill him, if they are strong enough," she said, standing back up straight after bending in half.<br/><br/>"Apparently he is revered as the biggest and strongest hunter, living in a small castle given to him a couple of miles from a nearby town, surrounded by a moat. He has many weapons in his collection, along with creatures he deems useful enough and collectible enough not to kill and keep them as slaves, constantly chained in runes." She looked to her dragon. "Two of those weapons being my mothers rose sword and fathers battle axe. Both weapons of which he is unfit to wield and knows not of their true potential. I plan to retrieve them. His castle is just outside of the town nearest to the kingdom." She placed her hands on her hips, scrutinising her dragons size. "However, before we go anywhere else, we must do something about your devastating size. We cannot continue on if you keep leaving mass destruction in your wake. I could use a spell that would turn you human in appearance and size, but it would require too much blood, and would no doubt disintergrate faster with the magic you exude rendering the spell useless. Is there any possibility you can make yourself smaller, or shift into a different form, preferrebly one that does not stand out?" She asked.