The noises already had Luceris worried enough. He personally thought that was all the proof he needed that something occupied this cave and needed sorting out. He was ready to turn on the spot and head back down when he saw the hulking, dragonic head lumber into view. He had enough time to take in the majestic creature's features before it... She? Before she spoke, and just the sight of this creature had the young lad frozen in place, like a rabbit who'd wandered helplessly into a fox's den. He'd taken only a few steps in... She might have known he was there, but that by no means meant that he couldn't be out of there before the encounter became too consequential. Dragons were vast, ancient creatures. What was one wayward traveler to them?<br/><br/>Trembling as he was, Luceris was perhaps a little too hasty in taking a step back. His heart sank as the icy rock beneath his feet took any sense of stability out from beneath him. Time slowed until his inevitable, painful thud onto the ground, his very opaque, very unsubtle form flickering back into visibility like a guttering candle flame. His lengthy tail swiping out from between his legs was the first thing that gave away his race, the usually deep purple flesh a little pale in the cold. He scrambled back a little, his hands feeling the burning chill of the frozen stone as they supported him. A curiously feminine face looked up at the intimidating bulk of the silver dragon, a single amber eye almost luminous in the dim light, the other hidden beneath snow-sprinkled silver hair. His figure was mostly obscured by his attire, the large cloak and leather armour, but the dragon could surely tell that he was a small one, even as far as insignificant mortals went.<br/><br/><span style="color: purple">"J-Just looking! I was just... Inspecting your residence, m-miss..."</span>Luceris paused. Was that the correct way to address a dragon? M'lady, perhaps? Or was that even worse?<span style="color: purple">"Locals th-thought... Thought a white dragon threatened their safety. C-Couldn't see you in the storm, p-properly..."</span>His shivering was very much reflected in his speech, though it could have been a combination of factors that caused him to stutter... Fear, chill, or just shyness. The latter was surely a null factor, however.<span style="color: purple"> "I-I mean you know ill will, or... Or..."</span>Luceris was forced to let his sentence trail off, his soft voice rising in pitch as he went to cover his nose with his hand, his frame jarring as he let out a rather pitiful sneeze.<span style="color: purple"> "...Nor disrespect."</span>He finishes. leaning forward to allow his hands some movement, clasping them together to try and mitigate the cold.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>