Kyralae nodded, listening closely. "Why not just kill him in his sleep?" She suggested as they came to the pond. It was a decent sized pond, a good fifty feet across and probably rather deep. Trees hung over the water and sometimes dipped into it.<br/><br/>The dragon waded into the water and turned to face Black when the water reached her belly. She unfurled her wings and let them shade that part of the pond. She kept very still, concentrating on the area beneath her shaded wings. She silently cast a spell that caused her scales to fade to a grey-red, making her almost look like a cobblestone statue, and she was almost as motionless as one, except for her eyes which continued to blink every now and again.<br/><br/>There was a slight movement seen through the surface of the water and Kyralea's eyes seemed to focus on it, following the blurred form as it weaved between her front legs and off to the side under her wings. It seemed to avoid swimming directly in front of the dragon, but Kyralae remained still nontheless, waiting for it to come into her attack range.