"<span style="color: olive">Do not be surprised,</span>" came a childish voice from among the branches. "<span style="color: olive">Being out of sight does not mean nothing is there. Mother says so, and she is always right.</span>"<br/><br/>There was a rustle from behind Sbatarra on her left, and it soon shifted to her right. Her innate ability to detect magic was starting to set off alarms in her head that something of a magical nature was near.<br/><br/>Another giggle came, and with a series of more rustles, was dropped to the forest floor in front of Sbatarra was quite possibly the cutest thing she had seen in her life. It was a small dragon, covered in bright yellow scales that sparkled in the moonlight, with tinges of green at the edges of its spine, snout, and wings. It gave a sniff to the air, and made eye contact with the drow, though it was not intentional; the wyrmling, about the size of a very large cat, looked up in her general direction quite playfully, not caring particularly about which bit of the invisible creature it was looking at. "<span style="color: olive">What brings you to this forest?</span>" it asked, its curiosity piqued.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>