The little dragon on her shoulder said, "Master Draco is part of a race that's been around longer than humans. She is called a Celestian and her race gave rise to stories of angels descending from the heavens to help humans. Guardian angels and such. They also worship dragons." Draco nodded and smiled at Silverthorn. Draco sniffed the air and said, "Wux cirau di keefum hefoc ve." The little dragon said, "How can she smell like you? Your scent isn't strong enough to have rubbed off on her from over there. Unless of course the scent is familial related since people with the same ancestors can smell alike but I highly doubt it." Draco shrugged and said, "Nomagqe si mi imagining youwei..." The little dragon said, "Yeah, you probably are imagining things." Draco thought a fight would break out and stood between Shadowstorm and Silverthorn with her hands held in a "stop" position to try and calm things down. Draco had a smile on her face to let them know she wasn't trying to command them to stop.