After warming up in the sun, the young dragon opened her eyes to scan the landscape. She stood p slowly, hungry once more. Perhaps the intriguing Black character would accompany her on a hunting trip, if she asked him.  She made her way back to the cottage, sitting outside an open window and peering in to see the white haired boy eating soup and Black sitting across from him looking rather irritated. Kyralae sat there for a moment staring at the two awkwardly before deciding what to say. "Dear Sir Black," She began quite politely. "Would you mind joining me for breakfast?"<br/><br/>She studied the two figured, she did not like the boy, whose name escaped her. He seemed too. . . snobby for her tastes. But if she made any hostile actions towards him, she had the feeling she would have to get through Black, whether or not he seemed to enjoy the boy's company at all. There was a connection between the two that was odd.  Though the dragon was not too fond of the boy, Black was quite a mystery and even now she had a sense of attachment to him, as if sometime long ago she had known who he was. She could not tell whether the feeling was positive or negative, but it was surely there.