Osioa watches in surprise and awe as the man walked quite literally up onto the shore. He was made like a god. And more well endowed than any dragon male could ever wish to possess. She quite literally turns bright pink from her head to her toes. She watches him speechlessly as he just waltzed over and lay beside her. She tries hard not to stare at his naked body. Yet she hadn't ever seen a mans naked form. So her gaze is slowly traveling in wide eyed awe and soft yet shy delighted appreciation of the sight before her. She was so very tempted to touch him To trail her fingers over his very toned and sparkling from water droplets form. She blushes again at her thoughts. She shyly and unwantedly tears her gaze from her inspection of him.<br/><br/>It takes about three minutes before her brain switched gears from the naked man beside her to what he was saying. She looks at him. She blinks and nods her head slowly. "Yes. I train. I happen to know the various forms and styles of the martial arts." she says shyly. Shy from revealing her secret and from the fact she was tempted to touch her naked guest. She blinks. "No...I was raised differently from the other dragons. I was the youngest in a slightly large dragon family." she leaves out the part that she was the youngest of the royal dragon children.<br/><br/>"Dragons....we live in harmony with Sister Sky and Great Mother." she says softly. "But power isn't everything Orion. It doesn't save your kind when betrayal occurs. It doesn't stop that small betrayal from quite literally annihilating everything and everyone you've ever known." she looks up at the sky. And sighs softly. "Doesn't keep you alive when your wanted dead and destroyed strongly enough." she sounds sad. "Yes...a dragons power that dragons possess...it is an amazing thing to behold...but it is also the reason why...my kind was quite literally brutally annihilated."<br/><br/>She looks around and back at him. "You know...I don't not go flying because I blame others when I don't do so. I don't go flying because I don't like to be flying alone. And even if I did...to do so would be signing my death certificate. I happen to value my life over the ability to soar through the heavens with the wind on my face and body. Or when just using my wings and in human form...the wind through my hair. Yes I love being up in Sister Sky...but I'd honestly prefer not to die." she says sadly.<br/><br/>She changes the subject. "I know I'm not as respectful as you'd like me to be. But I truly are trying. Its just not something I've ever had to do before." she says. Shyly trying to do as Great Mother had informed her she needed to do. "And I'm not used to your overly respectfulness. I'd rather you stood up to me than give me that total respect. I don't like it. Its too extreme. What I'm trying to say is...I need help to learn to respect you better...and I'd prefer it if in return...you weren't that respectful. I prefer it if you'd be yourself but to stand up to me...please?" she says. Looking down. Shifting nervously and shyly. Clearly not used to saying the please word.