"<span style="color: gray">Ragothryx,</span>" replied the dragon with a small laugh. "<span style="color: gray">And of course I don't mind you asking. If you have any question, ask away! You could inquire me for the rest of your life, and I would be more than happy to respond.</span>"<br/><br/>Twisting her neck enough to touch the beak of her lips to Luceris' forehead, she gave a sigh. "<span style="color: gray">Oh dear,</span>" she said rather concernedly. "<span style="color: gray">It seems you will need more than a mere warm body to huddle against. Let me help with that.</span>"<br/><br/>In the space of but a second and a half, Ragothryx was no longer there, or at least, no longer a dragon. Laying on the cold, icy stone was a woman, one who looked to be human, save a few choice differences. Her head was bald on the right side, the other half's platinum-white hair falling over her face and down to her jawline. Her eyes also looked to have been filled with mercury, with how silvery they shone. Her skin was also incredibly pale, almost as fair as the snowflakes themselves, and that skin was covered by little more than a thin, silken vest of white with a matching sarong. Her breasts were quite the handful, and the rest of her body curves so smoothly that one may have had to do a double-take to make sure that they were indeed looking at a human, not a woman-sized dragon. She whispered a few eldritch words, made a few gestures in the air, and then suddenly, the two of them were covered by a dome of force, one that was tall enough to stand in, and more importantly, as warm as an inn with a roaring fire.<br/><br/>Ragothryx wrapped her arms around Luceris, pinning his arms to his side, while putting one of her legs between his. "<span style="color: gray">Perhaps this would do to warm you better?</span>" she said, her concern being replaced with a flirtatiousness that would have all but the most promiscuous of whores blushing madly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>