<span style="font-style: italic">The large black dragoness looked at the young lings with a warm inquisitiveness as they slowly made their way towards her, their curiosity peaked. It was a long expanse of beach and the older dragoness watched admirably as they took the time to fish and feed themselves before approaching fully. Both had good technique as they caught their game and it seemed on this old island that such was plentiful.<br/><br/>The older dragoness busied herself rubbing the warm sand across her scales as she basked in the sun. The ocean air was of great comfort and the lapping of the waves brought a serenity to the scene. She did not take her amber eyes off the pair approaching her.  She was as equally curious about them as they were of her. She watched them carefully but her body stayed relaxed and non-threatening. Maelstromme fluttered her wings and let the winds blow beneath them amiably as she continued to watch them approach.<br/><br/>As they neared her she would finally find her voice and speak to them both. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Vendui, young ones." </span>She said in gentle and polite tones. <span style="color: #4040FF">"It pleases me to see that I am not alone here. Welcome and well met, I am called Maelstromme." </span>She stated regally, raising her eloquent head and then inclining it toward them in a gesture of greeting. </span>