Sachmis growled. This entire scene was disturbing. It made her fur crawl, as she leapt down from tree, carefully avoiding the patches of acid still lingering. Arkon up and leaving a battle so quickly, the emerald prince defending a human, and that damn hatchling. She paused, scenting the air, should she go after the hatchling or see whether the human was worth the price paid by the dragons. She mused for a moment of or then headed out towards the stream the emerald had gone, slinking low in the brush, moving quietly as not to make noise.<br/>As she appeared upon the two, dragon and human girl, she paused, her tufted ears perking forward to listen to them, it seemed the human could hear the dragon-speak, the tongue of the Ancients. 'Hmmm,' her tail twitched irritably. It seemed the emerald prince thought the human was of a line long gone, and Sachmis remembered a flash of that time. Not her memory, but her mother's. A time when dragons and humans had worked together, where her one mother had carried a Rider, and had mourned the loss of the human like she had mourned the loss of her daughter years later. It had killed her mother when her sister had died, and Sachmis was ill-disposed to trust the war-mongering beasts.