Skye tightened her grip on her daggers, but nothing else, not even a reaction to the surprise of seeing such a creature. She stared unblinking, sizing up her potential adversary, or travelling companion.<br/><br/>She did jump a little when the dragon vanished, backing into the roots of the tree and raising one of her knives to strike. The other stayed low, prepared for a sudden strike.<br/><br/>"No tricks dragon!" She called into the dark. "I am not your enemy unless you make me one, but I can be a dangerous one." She spoke with confidence she didn't feel.