The dragon stared down at her with those blazing eyes when she had finished, his gaze unreadable. Suddenly he made a sharp sound, and a burst of wet black smoke encompassed Noxaura's form! The dragon then shook his head and raised a great claw to scratch at his nose. "Your feet tickle, night stalker."  he grumbled out before rising up on all fours and moving down the side of the mountain towards the forest below. His words and actions were hard to read, though the mental link between them gave her a warm feeling, almost prideful. It seemed like her quick rebuke to him he found as entertaining.<br/><br/>A sweep of the dragons massive tail, and suddenly there was a clearing in the forest complete with a small freshwater river fed by the mountain frost...perfect for washing off the ash that covered her form from his apparent sneeze. Curling up he watched her, studying her with those great eyes of his. "...what is your plan then?" he inquired in those rumbling, deep and husky tones. "You seek vengeance...strongly. It called to me years ago, bringing me to this world from the one beyond. Though you spent years nurturing me with your spite, I know little of your ultimate goals."