"I care more about who you<span style="font-style: italic">know</span>than who you<span style="font-style: italic">are.</span>" The dragon replied looking at the two beings, that had suddenly introduced themselves to her, with a bored look. "Do you know if there is a Master living here?" She question, already knowing the answer by the amount of beings in the area, but it never hurt to ask.<br/><br/><br/>Though it did not show, Kyralae was terribly shocked. These creatures had just nonchalantly approached her and introduced themselves. No stranger had ever greeted her like that before. Normally they would go out of their way to avoid a dragon (whether it be fear or because they hated dragons), or they would simply ignore her and be on their way. Dragons never really associated with different races so there was always a sort of. . .boundary between them. A boundary that Kyralae had always felt safe behind, but these two just stepped over that boundary and left the dragon with a sort of deer-in-the-headlights emotional reaction.<br/><br/>Kyralae folded her wings neatly to her sides and kept her head above the strangers. The dragon's scales didn't reflect much light, but they did manage to capture the shadows quite well, giving an ominous appearance. Her blue eyes studied the two beings carefully, looking for obvious weakness, injuries, soft spots, etc.  Nothing stood out to her, except the demon seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite capture why.