As soon as they walked into the room, Cyne felt the air change. The fire on the wall ran wildly, igniting the remains of the wonder in front of them. He'd heard what Elara had said, but it was like a whisper as he gazed onto the skeletal dragon. He slowly walked over, the skull being his first priority. Although Elara stroked the skull with what he could only guess as longing, he felt the bone under his own fingers in awe. He'd heard myths about dragons from his realm, the kind that would eat bad children if they hadn't gone to bed on time. Old wives tales about how they'd kidnap the fairest of princesses to be locked in a tower. But this, it was something he never could have imagined. Enchanted by just the skull alone, he ran his hand over the socket of the beast's eye, following the curves and turns of the natural shape. Knowing what he did about the anatomy of lizards, he tried to put a flesh to this legendary creature.<br/><br/>He imagined it covered in fine scales, harder than steel. Colors of the beast cycled through his head, imaging a large green dragon at first, going to a more fiery red, to a mystic blue. Although Elara had lit a fire, it was a weak one, and the shadows shifted, he wanted a perfect view. Being careful, he lit his own hand alight, holding it away from everything. The pale blue engulfed his hand in the comforting warmth, before helping him analyze the creature even more. Cautious of his own flame, he took a step back, looking at the rest of the skeleton. The sheer size was something to behold, and he marveled knowing that he was staring not only at a relic, but an important part of what used to be this realm. This dragon was a reminder that this realm hadn't always been like this.<br/><br/>"Elara, this is a dragon," he stated, at a loss for words.<i>That much was obvious, </i>he scolded himself. "What a magnificent sight. This..." he struggled for words, "This is something I've only ever heard of. Something used to scare children in stories. I have so many questions..."<br/><br/>His words trailed off as he continued gazing on the dragon, it's presence, even in death, being one of astounding power. Looking further into the sight, he noticed it had appeared to be clutching something in it's grip. He couldn't quite see them, even the light from his own fire striking the claws into shadows. He turned to Elara with a curious twinkle in his eye.<br/><br/>"Do you have a lesson lined up for me?" he said accusingly, a smile slowly growing on his face. He'd love nothing more than to be in a mysterious realm with an alien race discussing a legendary creature.