Aira's blue eyes narrowed sharply. The dagger in her fingers stopped it's spinning, her clawlike fingers taking a strong grasp of the old leather hilt. The dragonness' wings spread their full width and a low rumble emitted around the dungeon.<br/><br/><i>The dragon was pissed....</i><br/><br/>How dare this meaningless human belittle her status?! With an angered hiss, Aira rose from her perch and elegantly swooped down to the floor below, revealing herself from the darkness.<br/><br/>A beautiful young woman, with long flowing hair that rivalled the moon in colour. A pale blue backless dress, hugged her tiny figure, still allowing her wings to flutter freely. She stormed up to the young adventurer, marching straight pass Feldspar and pushing Lilith out of her way. Cress clearly seeing why she confined herself to the darkness of the shadows. Aira may sounded terrifying, but in truth, she was quite... short. Which took away from her intimidating nature and made her look more like a cute child.<br/><br/>She stood on her tip toes and raised the dagger to the young man's neck, her tail flicking angryly so it made a cracking sound in the air.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"Mock a dragon and it'll be the last thing you do...." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Aira muttered as her eyes narrowed further. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"Balthoros is not a lord to sneer at. He took everything from us! Do you really think you can take him down if we couldn't?" </span>