He was about to answer, his jaw slightly open. He was not expecting that, he had to decide in that moment what he should and should not tell her. "Well for starters I had the closest thing a dragon can have to a nightmare. I dreamed that I was back at my home and things were back to how they were supposed to be." His eyes got a a far off look as he looked past her in memory. "Then things changed for the worse. The landscape took on the form of death, blood ran where the water should be, and the land was a waist land, not even a hard dragon could live there. My cave that I had built into a home had caved in and was no more. I saw people human and magical alike that I had never laid eyes on flashing before my eyes. My territory changed once again for the worse. It became an ice-land and I was trapped inside with no way to escape. I don't remember much after that. Other then your golden voice calling for me, melting my prison."<br/><br/>He was still trying to decide whether or not to tell her what had truly transpired when she had called out to him, and what that meant. He hoped she would not ask, but he knew she was sharp, he knew she would be able to tell there was more. It was up to her to ask the right question.