Aurora looked at the man. Blinking a bit. Too dangerous? Yes...perhaps but...she had to. That is what she was being told. Even if it meant following him at a distance...she needed to follow him on his journey. The whispering bell like music...told her such. Could she disobey something merely because the man kept saying no? No...she couldn't. She was supposed to journey with him and she would. "I must...I'm sorry but I must. That is what the destiny of time has informed me is my current passage through life. I must...even if...you don't travel at my side." She said softly. Watching him head towards the window. She took off the staff and how it was held upon her form. Watching him leave out the window. Yawning and rubbed sleep from her eyes. Eating her food as she was starving. She tried to fight it...for several hours. To see if he returned. When he did not...she crawled her small form up under the bed as if into a dragon's den...and fell asleep. The hours passed and she slept. She slept and haunting images plagued her sleep. The man's eyes tore into her soul. His face haunted her. He had looked right at her...during the fight. She remembered it. His eyes boring into hers. Feeling like he was trying to rip apart her very being from the inside out. She whimpered and growled. Tossing and turning.<br/><br/>Beginning to speak in Draconic (using Latin as a replacement) as the images of smoke and fire. Screams and everything. In all of it...there was that man in the dark clothes with the torn and tattored cloak. The peircing eyes which held no sign of warmth or normal emotions. Evil and ice...she remembered that being her thought. "Quid genus nostrum laesione? Quid fecit tibi? Eat! Recede a nobis Tolle quod tuum est et derelinquite congregandum monstrum! Quid deest? Nos relinquere tu furialia hominem! Draco genus non opus vestrum quasi succursum! No! Relinquo relinquet ... populus meus soli! Vobis occidi eos! Prohibere eam!" (Why are you hurting our kind? What have we ever done to you? Go! Leave us alone! Take your monster hoard and leave! What are you wanting? Leave us be you fiendish man! The dragon kind have no need for your sort of aide! No! Leave...leave my people alone! You are killing them! Stop it!)<br/><br/>She seemed to address another. "Sed ... sed maior. Ut voles ... tempus? Cur servare crocus ut Senior?" ( But...but elder. As you wish...time? Why does he keep yelling that at the Elder?) She let out a loud scream and started sobbing. It all went away in a flash. Leaving her just crying now. Sobbing. "No....no..." she cried out over and over again. She would wake...and remember none of it. Not because she became Centre but because she repressed it all the time. Her mind let it out when she dreamed.