The baby dragon hatchling didn't seem to care that she had denounced motherhood. That or he simply was too naive to realize what she meant to tell him. Jumping over the tree stumps, he playfully licked her face like a puppy would upon seeing it's master.<br/><br/>"I... like... you!" He repeated several of the words he had just heard slowly, as if to test them out. He smiled an already toothy grin despite being a hatchling. His scales glinted a royal purple and his eyes shone a deep sea green. he also had a slight tear in one of his wings as though it had been punctured. As he thought on her question and it's meaning, he realized she was not in fact, a dragon. So she was by extent not his mother after all.<br/><br/>"Mama?" He looked around frantically, but all he could smell was that foul blood. Elf blood... and his own kind's blood. He growled deeply, eyes closed as his body began to change. When he was done he resembled an elf himself, with royal purple hair and those same sea green eyes. "Since you seem so willing to kill my kin..." The young man now in front of her spoke in elvish as though he had known it his whole life, "A rather fitting end to the tale is that you save them from extinction. Don't you agree, my dear?... I'm sorry, I never caught your name?"<br/><br/>He held out a hand to help her up, ever the gentleman.