Mayleen picked up on his pain. She was going to speak but Lore Mistress began talking. All would have to wait. She was going to have a Pygmy dragon. Her whole being shook with excitement and she rubbed her hand together. All around her was a light glow of yellow light that vanished. She touched Motto's arm and she felt deep sorrow.<br/><br/>Then Lore Mistress mentioned it would be kept in a cage. The teen immediate made a mental note to get twigs, food and water cups, crimping tool, and nesting material for the pygmy. She would make a vest out of fleece and leather...<br/>She caught onto an expression change on the bandaged face. Her cheeks felt colder and the rest of her was toasty warm. She leaned over to see if someone left the inn door open. She got up and closed the door to the room. The looked at the map as she returned to her seat.<br/><br/>She patted her cheek and felt her lips. They were still cool. She looked again at the man in front of her. He looked the same as chief or shaman when projecting inertia. She knew it was not polite to stare. The air felt colder. When Lore Master asked for rooms she always likes getting out first and liked the color of the playground. She waited for Motto to get his chair straight before she stood up, "Lore Mistress mey likes room 2. Do it hav a window see? Me gots plaything when we's snowed in."