Luceris was a little surprised that he had found the time to feel a little hurt by the dragon's words, which<i>was</i>surprising, given the marvel of creation that was inviting him to come and rest.<span style="color: purple">"L-Luceris!"</span>He replied almost immediately, clambering onto his feet, his tail curling a little in the cold. He wasn't built for this weather. He drew his cloak around himself, his quickened breathing coming out as rolling clouds of warm mist that seeped out from between his pale, yet plush lips.<span style="color: purple">"Your... H-Hospitality is very much... Appreciated."</span>He murmured, coming closer into her reach so as to tentatively lean against her shoulder. The surface of her body felt a little cold, but there was a noticeable warmth within.<br/><br/><span style="color: purple">"A-And what... What would you have me c-call you, if... I-If you don't mind my asking."</span>He asked her, shaking considerably less than he once was. He didn't want to do anything untoward... Well, he wasn't even certain what classified as 'untoward' with a dragon, so he simply leaned against her, keeping his arms together has he huddled for warmth.<span style="color: purple">"And, m-may I say that I'm..."</span>He put his hand over his nose once again, evidently suppressing a sneeze.<span style="color: purple">"...E-Ever so glad that you're not a wh-white dragon."</span>He stammered, leaning in ever so slightly closer, his tail pressed against her for the added warmth. The ram-like horns that curled out from his messy mane of hair somehow contributed to his feminine appearance, which along with his smooth, light tone of voice didn't really help with the indication of his gender. The only real hint that he wasn't outright female was that his voice wasn't absolutely effeminate, and there was a distinct lack of any assets upon his chest. Hell, even his name was somewhat ambiguous.<br/><br/>The whole situation seemed a little puzzling at this point. Yet, here he was, a considerable distance up the side of a mountain, resting his weary head against a silver dragon. Things had certainly taken a turn for the better though, as he was very grateful that he wasn't fending off any other sort of dragon, even if events had become somewhat more peculiar. He willingly ignored the idea of returning to his party, just for a few more moments of warming up.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>