Sylvea watched the man...or creature before she landed, her form disappearing under the tall grasses before a girl now stood in her place. It was her human form that greeted the tall creatures gaze, her small form hidden under a cloak of deep black that seemed to make her pale white skin glow as violet eyes peered from the shadows of the cloak's hood. The Pseudo Dragon then reached up pulling her hood down exposing spiraling feather grey rams horns that encompassed her pointed ears.<br/><br/>"What I am is a Pseudo Dragon, but who I am is Sylvea..." the girl was around 19 years of age, and she was short compared to the tall grasses only her shoulders appearing above the swaying plant life as she watched the man.  She watched him for a moment longer before offering a small smirk, her thin lips twitching up at the corners as the sun shown down upon translucent white scales that were small, but still glittered in the sun off of her shoulders, chest, and neck. "What. Are you?" she shot back in mock questioning as she took a tentive step closer, her always bare feet padding silently across the plants.<br/><br/>The girl wasn't without curves, but her features remained hidden beneath the cloak for the most part, along with the plants blocking most of her body anyways.<br/><br/>"Also, what are you doing here?"