He saw the truth in her words, he now knew she had no idea what had been started. He could tell her all he knew from his ancestors, or he could do what he could to stop this plummet. He looked every where but at her, hoping the answer was written somewhere in the walls.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #0080FF">Dragon rider, to end this there needs to be a dragon rider.</span></span>There was that voice again. He tried to control his frill, tried not to give anything away of what he heard, but they still rebelled and changed through the color scheme he controls before going back to blue.<br/><br/>Sighing softly he nodded. "Whats been started is an ancient and... hidden tradition that used to transpire during the times of our ancestors." He fought for the right words to tell her what was happening, but he knew the only way any of this would make sense was with a little explanation. "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 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."<br/><br/>He watched her face for a moment then turned away for before he continued speaking, "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." Then he gave a small shoulder shrug, " the next step I don't know what it is, as it was different for each pair. That step is the final binding moment."<br/><br/>He could not keep himself from look at her. It was almost as if she was the drink of water he craved in the desert. He wanted to see what her reaction was to this uncovering of truth, he wanted to see her come at him, ready to kill him. He wanted to see it coming.