Head was kept bowed down as he entered their home. He felt the energy resonating in the air, one that was very fine and so obviously suppressed. It did not escape him though as he had a great affinity for such energies. Eyes peered up from underneath his hood, glancing out to the pair that stood there a small distance away. The male was an impressive figure, built very well and toned to a good degree. He looked his part; moderately aged, healthy and towering over what seemed like everything in the room. Eyes went to the considerably smaller figure at his side. There stood a considerably shorter lady, but no less impressive in her own way. How beautiful was she, the long white hair that was so neatly kept, a figure that resonated with the essence of the feminine features that made men’s hearts skip and burn with desire.<br/><br/>A smile broke out upon his face before he knelt down where he stood, a knee touching the floor in respect to the couple. “Adrenion and Senerellia Feralilla, it is an honor to be able to meet you. It was not easy finding your whereabouts, but your kind certainly has made sure to keep themselves hidden.” His head was kept bowed the entire time, showing that he meant no harm and humbling himself before them. He had to tread lightly; they were dragons after all. “The world of the magical sends their greetings to you.” Hands reached up to grab a hold of his hood and pulled it up, revealing himself to them. Black spiked hair adorned his head as wood brown eyes gazed to the two of them. Gaze shone for just a moment with some sort of mystical glow, alerting the two that there stood a sorcerer in their presence. Slowly rising to his feet, arms came to cross over his chest, his body still excited and restless especially getting to meet actual dragons, even though they were disguised. “Please excuse the interruptions oh great Ferallilas, but I come to you humbly with a request. I understand that you have a daughter? No doubt any offspring of the Ferallilas will be great in their own right. I have no doubt that she has taken after her mother, lovely and beautiful in every way possible.” Small smile would beam towards Senerellia as he spoke, a nod of his head given to her. Their species was a rare and mystical kind, proud of themselves and strong willed. If there was anything that could touch and soften a dragon, it was praise. Small clearing of his throat would be given as eyes would leave the figure of beauty that stood there.<br/><br/>“It is not like me to waste time, so I shall be as quick and brief as possible. The world of magic is slowly losing its champions. No doubt, as populations grow, there will be more and more filth that infiltrates its way into our system. We have long been charged with the duty of teaching and spreading our powers to those with great potential. I, however, find myself displeased with much of the students that I am offered; with that, I have set out to find my own student, one that I believe can be held to the highest of regards. I believe that person would be your daughter, oh great Feralillas.”