<span style="font-style: italic">Laughing softly at the light bickering between the two, Na'vee shook her head in the politest way she knew how.</span>"There is nothing that you can do to ease my companion's mind.  He is of old way and bad habit - trust comes to no one unless it's proven."<span style="font-style: italic">Her smile beamed as she looked at Holet.</span>"He has been my companion for a very long time - nearly six summers.  He was just a chick then."<span style="font-style: italic">Holet looked away as she spoke of him but she felt a tender nudging that she always deemed as a smile.  They were fond, but the gyr always wanted to walk in her flesh so he could really love her - this he expressed one time before.  It was a sad converation that they both drew silent one.  <br/><br/>Pushing away the memory, she finally look away from Holet and to the man in front of her, careful to keep her gaze down as much as she could.</span>"I'm sorry, but I have yet to catch your name, good sir."<span style="font-style: italic">Draogn's knew that a name had power; the reluctance of a dragon to tell a dragon-born their name was only out of protection.  To give a name would be to give a life.  This, by any means, had no bond over human kyn: Crotyre, Stay-sayers or Humans.  Though, legend tells of Dragon-born to hold an influence on those whose name they knew.<br/><br/>Na'vee never wanted the power she was given - nor the constant running - but she has learned a great deal in her travel and experienced much of her power that she wished she didn't have.</span>