Isalisk, as he had given permission to be called by, slowly looked on to him, pausing her prodding of the fire to give him a good, long and thoughtful stare at his words. "Ah... It wasn't that we<span style="font-style: italic">could</span>have been rulers, Aluren.." She said quietly, turning back as she took on a more thoughtful, though sad expression. She did not seem to mind being so close to him, as such was a lot more warmer to her, and she had actually always been a rather touchy person, so long as it was in good taste.<br/><br/>"We were<span style="font-style: italic">rulers</span>, at one point." She mentioned softly. "Though humans and the rest of the kind holds no records of it, we do not forget our past so easily. Though much has changed since then, the way everything once was is fact."<br/><br/>Her eyes wandered upwards, thinking for a moment as her face drew a slight cold expression, almost afraid. ".. But it doesn't mean the world we ruled was good, Aluren. There was nothing back then. Mother says that the Dragons of that time were different from the ones now, made of stone and without much emotion. The entire world was grey, and filled with no change.."<br/><br/>She turned over to him, becoming a bit more stern with her voice. "Dragons are things that do not change. So long as we exist and can spread, we will forever be around, but change is something we cannot survive... Do you understand?"<br/><br/>It was a complicated topic, something rather abstract. Of course when anyone died, they were gone forever, but she did not know how to separate the dire nature that made up Dragons. It was something alien to that which made the rest of the world's denizens.