Clara's intrest was perked as he started,<span style="font-style: italic">"Whats been started is an ancient and... hidden tradition that used to transpire during the times of our ancestors."</span>That line alone had made her turn to look at him as thpugh something deep inside was telling her to pay attention. That this was important for her and her life might depend on it,<span style="font-style: italic">"When a dragon gives birth to their nest, their young is born with the memories of their parents, grand parents, great-grand parents and so on. Each dragon carries with him the memory of the first dragons till now. Some have can control of those memories and place them where they cannot escape unless they require that knowledge, some... can't. What I saw today was the memories of my great grand parents who lived here many millenia ago. That also means I have relatives in my past and most likely in you in your past who were... Dragon Riders. A human and dragon who were bonded in every sense of the word."</span>Most of what he said was intresting but it was the last part that shocked her and made her remain perfectily still. A Dragon Rider.... It was such a proposturous thought and if he hadn't been so serious she would have said he was pulling her leg.<br/><br/>He turned from her as he continued and she did not stop him,<span style="font-style: italic">"The bond starts the night the dragon and human first meet, where the dragon is trapped in their worst nightmare, and the human must pull them out. If they can't for some reason, the dragon dies, and the human becomes over taken with grief. When the bond is being made, a kiss must be shared, a show of acceptance if you will. The next step I don't know what it is, as it was different for each pair. That step is the final binding moment."</span>She sat there stock still and stared into his eyes after he had finished speaking. His words repeated themselves over and over again in her head. Her face held no expression as she mulled it all over. It was a lot to take in espically if she believed it and somewhere she thought that she did.<br/><br/>She then stood up slowly; her meal left almost uneaten on the floor; her eyes never left his. She was going to say something to him but then a faint voice whispered in her ear,<span style="color: #40FFFF">"This is right... he is brave and noble. Together you could be great...." </span>She almost shrugged off the voice but almost as if it came from a light breeze she faintly heard,<span style="color: #40FFFF">"You would never feel alone again."</span>fter a moment she had realized that she had her hand on her head and that she proably looked like a nut case right now. A single tear had slid down her cheek as whatever the voice belonged to left; taking all the warmth it had brought with it. She then looked again at the dragon, "I.... Have to think about this." She said softly and unsurely as she walked past him and out of the home. She felt like she needed air and there just wasn't enough in that small room. When she was outside she did not stop walking until she had come to the fountain. The sound of trickling water would have usually been soothing but right now her mind was racing, "What shoud I do." She whispered so quietly that she was sure if she had said it out loud or not....