Following behind Atticus she would peer before Cyrus could hope to catch up, looking at the glint of arms long since rotted with the sight of the purple eggs.  Slowly raising herself up she'd look closer at one of the eggs with a soft smile yet she'd dare not touch any of them.  As if just to ignore it after her curiosity was sated she'd turn from the eggs and peer elsewhere, watching Atticus and Cyrus with an inquisitive notion to her own thoughts.  What were they after?  She did not know.  But they both seemed to have reason to come here.<br/><br/>Perhaps it was the dragon they were after?  Perhaps they had come to see the new eggs of the creature lain before them in the glint of metal shards laid about.  She could ask a thousand times more but she got no reply from herself as to be expected.  Pressing a bit forward she'd give pause with some question, looking at the metal shards, weapon fragments, and bones that littered the scene of stone.  A trap of sort so far as she was concerned.  With the utmost care she would move a bit more forward without daring to step on anything that could make noise, keeping her ears open for the surroundings.<br/><br/>They were in a nest.  That's what she did know and she worried about upsetting the mother.  After all, the mother had to have worked hard to find a safe place for her young to be laid.  The scent around the eggs smelled familiar as well.  However it had been a long time since she last smelled such a scent.  Something she felt she should remember but for the life of her couldn't.  Maybe they really were a friend of Cyrus?  Maybe that's why he was here?  Maybe Atticus was here just to help in the travels.<br/><br/>Why did the question come up so many times though.  She wanted answers but refrained from much more questioning in her own head with the painful sensation of a headache being gained by those very questions pressing harder.  In hastes she would locate the next set of stairs...