The silver dragon in question reared back in startlement, the air around them suddenly crackling with static. Flapping a wing slightly to readjust her balance, the wind created by her wing ruffled the man's clothing, throwing back his hood and revealing dark brown hair and distinctly male human features. She twisted her head to see him better, unleashing her dragon senses to inspect him in minute detail, only to find that she couldn't. There seemed to be some barrier around the man that her senses were incapable of penetrating. Her instinct was to bring her head close to him to see him better and smell him, but she resisted it, not knowing whether or not he carried weapons. Instead, she moved away from him as much as she could in the small space on the second floor balcony they both stood on, her long pointed tail wrapped around her feet.<br/><br/>He must have come in one of the side doors. There were two in the library. Elora knew of them, but could not use them herself. In her memory, no one had ever made use of them before, always coming straight through the large double entrance doors. Immediately, she was on high alert. Why had this person not come to her library honestly? Yet, he had revealed himself to her in a friendly enough way. Apparently she smelled nice? Were dragons supposed to smell badly?<br/><br/>Uncertain of how to respond to this change in the usual procedure of a guest entering the library, Elora scrambled to respond. The air itself felt tense with a tightly controlled static. He had asked her a question. She should start there. "I was waiting for you to enter the library<i>properly</i>," she said, her multi tonal voice conveying her displeasure at his break of a long-held tradition. "State your intentions within the Prismia Library."