Now, under normal circumstances, Malgand'r would have just set Draco down gently. He was about to do just that until she spoke.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #00FFFF">*"Petranas tir ti ouith ve!"</span></span><br/><br/>"Uhhh... jeez... my Draconic is a little rusty... um, let's see... how does it go again? **Si geou ti xoa ekess ouith wux. svabol ui dout ominak?" he asked her, probably shocking everyone there. Darkfeather sighed. "What did the flying wolf just say, and how do you know Draconic?"<br/><br/>Malgand'r smiled. "Tamaran's schools teach it as a second language course. I was just lucky enough to pick it I guess?" he smiled down at Draco and waited for her answer. Darkfeather walked over to Simone. "You ok there, mech boy?" he asked, not a hint of mirth in the question. Like his mother, his powers were driven by emotion. "Anyone know who sent out that signal? I still can't find the transmitter."<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FFFF">*please do not hurt me!</span><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">**i will not attempt to hurt you. what is your name?</span>