Noxaura attempted to dodge the blast of smoke, but the dragons sneeze was large and only grew larger, so estimating the optimal place to stand clear was difficult considering she'd never encountered an elder dragon like himself before, nor their bodily functions. Hence the fact that despite her attempt to dodge, she still got caught in the blast, which is exactly what it was - a blast.<br/><br/>Black from head to toe, she swiped the soot from her eyes with a sigh, flicking what she could off. "Yes very amusing...and continue to insult me with the name night stalker and I will proceed to call you lizard. If you are to address me in anyway, then call me by my given name, Noxaura. Speaking of which, I cannot continue to call you dragon, so what is your name elder?" She asked, watching him practically take two or three steps down the side of the mountain before reaching the bottom.<br/><br/>Following after him with a run, a skid, and a jump, she finally landed at the base of the mountain five minutes later, now dusty from the mountainside rocks along with the soot. Skirting around and jumping over the hundreds of fallen trees, she came to a stop at the side of the river. "I suggest that you not destroy everything you come across, unless you would like to make us easy to track and even easier targets. And do not be so arrogant as to think you cannot be killed, because you can, there are ways, it is simply very difficult and tedious, and considering the King has an elder of his own and is a greedy man at heart... it might be a good idea to keep the carnage down to a minimum, do you not think?" She posed the idea, seeing as she certainly wanted to keep as low a profile as possible. Wouldn't want her prey to catch scent of her escape and go into hiding.<br/><br/>Keeping her back to the dragon she began stripping off the stolen clothing, leaving them in a pile on the grass along with her satchel and boots. Stepping into the ice cold water, she knelt in a soft stream of water as she began to wash the soot and dust off of herself. Looking over her shoulder at the dragon she said, "my desire is to kill those that burned and butchered my entire family before my eyes, and sold me like meat to the King as his personal assassin and mage," she told the dragon, staring down at her cupped hands as tortured past blended with present. In her anger she splashed her face with cold water to snap her out of her childish memories of that night by the river. "I have eight heads to collect and any army to burn to ash. The only problem is, I was never permitted access to the royal library, only the necessary educational tombs were brought to me. I had tried to break the wards once, but got a severe illness curse and punishment for my troubles, not to mention the very few people I were around was either a target or fellow student, so information came little to none from them."<br/><br/>It was then that she ducked beneath the water to wash her hair, coming back up a moment later all fresh and creamy looking as she wrung the water from her hair.  Turning to her clothes she brought them close and began washing those as well. "I only know two names, one being the King's, the other being a Sir Fergus, and have the faces of the other 6 burned into my memory. It is just a matter of tracking them down. There should be a village nearby, I will travel there first and see what information I can glean." Looking over her shoulder at her dragon, eyes a pitiless black. "The hunt is finally on," she said, voice holding a hint of delight despite the scary look on her face.