Sekesh studied the behavior of the elf, he kept hid blade out of reach, and spoke calmly, he showed absolutely no fear despite her large size and frightful behavior. Sekesh heard what he said about he being abandoned, and her heart lightened. There was a time when she was respected and treated like a rare find, but that time was gone. Now from the sound of his voice it would seem he believed in the olden ways.<br/><br/>With a mental nod she stalked faster towards him, standing menacingly at him, her eyes locked into his own, her gaze was so piercing that it was as if she was staring into his soul. In a way she was, it was known amongst the riders as the dragon soul gaze, it was something a dragon did when they were choosing their rider. It would feel like an eternity before the gaze would be broken for her she searched for the courage to stand up for himself, the knowledge to know when he had been defeated, and the strength to hold on in the saddle, and the discretion to keep any secrets he may be handed. After a while she broke the gaze, took in a deep breath and roared in his face, the roar was strong, challenging, but non threatening. It was just her way of seeing if he was up for a challenge, if he accepted then he would be her rider, if not then she would chase him from her pool.<br/><br/>Once her roar was finished she waited glaring down at him, waiting for him to accept. Behind her her wings rose and extended to their full length, and from where she towered over him it blotted out the sun from his face, she slowly rose to her hind legs, though her face did not move to much from his own, as she did this, the impressions of the girths and cinches that were used to hold the saddle and rider in place could be seen. She wanted him to see this, needed him to know in a small way what he might be getting into.