<span style="font-style: italic">Maelstromme watched the hunting pair with an amused chuckle softly rising from her wide maw. The dainty purple dragon had keen eyes while the larger and more powerful male went in for the kill and offered to share it with her. A new age indeed and hope yet for her kind if they at their young age could work together so well.<br/><br/>She kept an eye on the others who were in the water and playing on the beach also. She tapped her talons softly on the smooth rock she laid on in thought as she took them all in. So varied yet so similar. She wondered what they had been taught about their past or if they had been taught at all. Perhaps that was a good thing as they at this point seemed to work and play so well together and be so amiable and kind to one another. Such was the refreshing manner of the young ones. In them there was no hate and no lie. Those things sadly are handed down in the name of tradition.  Maelstromme knew all too well how much those staunch traditions almost cost her race and ran them into almost near extinction because of their inability to change.<br/><br/>It had been quite some time since she had landed on the island and still there seemed to be no sign of any elders. This was disheartening to the aged dragoness. With a long, drawn out sigh,  Maelstromme rose to full height and made her way back on the beach to sun herself and let her presence be known to the others.</span>