Talia nodded, Caym perched comfortably on her shoulder. Some of the male birds in her native forests had bright colors in order to attract females. Dragons seem to be more similar than she first thought. Talia looks up from the cover of a portico as the shadows drift over over them. Raised eyebrows greet the dragon rubbing against Doragon, along with step back when he lands.<br/><br/>There had been a little information given to her about the different types of dragons, but nothing about multiple heads or dragons that are entirely skeletons and made of smoke. She smiles when the heads drench Doragon from head to toe with affection. Her heart jumps when Wrath lands. Talia freezes when the dragon comes closer to her. After a couple seconds, her brain unclogs long enough for her to pull a  stiff bow in return. She still watches dragon carefully though.