Adrenion and Senerellia waited outside the door for Zaxis, when he did come out and had closed the door behind him they started walking, leaving room for him to walk beside them into the forest. They made very little noise as they moved through the forest, carefully watching where they were walking to make the least impact, though they were not truly elven many of their reverences for nature had rubbed off on them. Once they were far enough from their home to not be heard they continued the conversation.  Though most would have been embarrassed by their daughters display, her parents had not been, the story would be different had the display had been made in front of other dragons. They felt she was validated in her anger, this was sudden and they had not yet had a chance to speak with her about it. They would explain later, their choice was logical, even if she disliked it she would have to agree to the logic of it. “Akasma has much power, surpassing even our wildest hopes and dreams, but she lacks finesse. For one, she is not aware of her draconic heritage, partly due to the fact that she uses brute strength, or brute power to overcome things. Secondly, rather than using a careful lick of flame to start a fire she will use a fireball that will decimate everything in a 4 meter radius. This is why we are allowing your tutelage. We also think it would be good for her to study elsewhere, somewhere that has room for a young one to learn without the risk of burning the village, or forest  to the ground. It is that reason in particular that has stayed our hand in her studies here.” She looked to the sorcerer to see if he had absorbed what she was telling him.<br/><br/>Though there were things that a sorcerer could teach a dragon, they both worked off of internal power, they both had to learn their limits, for if one drew too much energy it would exhaust or even kill them. It required much studying, much work, much practice to become skilled. Sorcerers were infamous for their control in casting. They would use only as much energy as they needed to, thus reserving as much as possible for emergencies. Also they were often infusing their spells into scrolls for use later rather than letting reserved energy from a day go to waste. It was said that a diligent sorcerer always slept well. Dragons rarely bothered putting their magic into scrolls. They had more than their fair share of magical abilities. Their curse lie in the fact that there were so few of them and often large groups of adventurers would seek them for their hides as the best armor in the world was made from dragon hide. Fortunately few could kill a dragon, oh and it was exceptionally hard for a dragon to ignore shiny things. They had a tendency to collect them. Regardless of personal danger involved. Even the Feralilla’s, could not resist the lure of treasure. They had excavated under their home carefully and stored their treasure there.<br/><br/>The deciding factor really had been that they were afraid that if they did not take her away from their home soon and teach her then she was going to hurt herself because a dragon’s power grew as they aged. Being relatively young she still could not draw enough power to kill herself, yet. Given another decade or two and she would be able to. All young ones learned better from those that were not their parents, though because of their circumstances the normal dragon mentors were not available. Adrenion spoke up now. “I would like to see on a map though where she will be going and I would like some communication on her progress from time to time. Also, I want her to be able to come and visit us for a week out of every year. What supplies will she need to have to begin her studies?”  She seemed to deal with the emotional side of things and he with the practical. Some found it disconcerting to have a conversation with them because of the way they tended to talk. They would wait now to see what the sorcerer had to say to this.<br/>