<span style="color: #000000">Shal'diav suddenly stopped laughing, turning her head in the strange sounding dragon that just smashed it's head into a bolder. If she could blink she would have, as confusion filled her mind. That little guy wasn't scared of her at all, wasn't even fazed by what she did in the least. That was something she had never encountered before and it puzzled her. She watched his shadow moving this way and that as Varrgo moved in his excitement, and she tried to understand it. Getting up from where she was she walked over to the little wingless and poked him in the side. "Why didn't you run? Why aren't you scared?" she asked the sound in her voice showing how young she was and how new language really was to her. "Everyone always runs away," she said and poked him in the side once again.</span>