That was rich. A dragon liking an elf? Rich and rare. Piosenna chalked it up to him being so young. After all, he had just hatched and she doubted he heard or remembered anything if he did from when he was inside the egg. Then again, she knew nothing about a dragon hatchling. She only knew that she herself didn't remember anything from the womb at all. Her first memory was of a bright light and then it was a blank space till she was about four. That was all she remembered. She had been told that was a little odd among their kind, but she didn't care. That was the least of Piosenna's worries at the moment.<br/><br/>Her heart almost broke though at the dragon's frantic searching for his mama. As bad as her home life was, she couldn't imagine going through what this young one was going through. And she had the chance to know her parents. This little guy didn't. Maybe she had been a little hasty to denounce she was his mother. Then again, she could see how well that would go over. 'Oh yeah. I found this dragon and it thinks I'm its mother. Funny huh?' The dragon would be killed on sight. Even before any explanations could be spoken.<br/><br/>The transformation was...Something to be seen. There was no doubt about that. To go from a dragon to an elf. It was amazing. Did they all have that ability? Why hadn't they used that to their advantage? Why were they even fighting if they could just blend in like this? She knew that her mouth was open and that her eyes were staring at his face in surprise. She was so shocked, she didn't even defend herself. Not that there was much to defend. She may not have fired the arrows that killed his kin, but she sure as hell collected them after the battle. That was almost as bad.<br/><br/>The next sentence though, had shivers running down her spine. Save them from extinction? How in the world and the seven heavens was she suppose to do that? She wasn't that important in her village let alone elf society. How did this dragon think she could save his race from extinction? Her cheeks puffed out and her eyes flashed as she knocked away his hand and scrambled to stand up on her own. The hand may have been a gentleman's offer, but the words were not. Dusting off the debris, she crossed her arms over her chest in a protective gesture and continued to glare at him.<br/><br/>"And just pray, how do I do that? You seem to be under some sort of illusion. And how did you do that? You were a dragon. Now you are not. Do you all have that ability? Why haven't you used it against us yet?" She started to slowly back away, but didn't get very far till she felt the rough bark of a tree against her backside. The quiver on her back made it difficult to press herself fully against the tree and she was forced to pull it in front of her and held it there. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing as it created another barrier between her and this strange dragon.<br/><br/>And wasn't he a hatchling as well? He certainly didn't look like a hatchling now. Not even like a young elf child either. How long had he been in that egg? How did dragons age? Why was she even wondering this when he had basically threatened her in some way?<br/><br/>Clutching the quiver tightly, she stared at him with defiance. Your move dragon.