They observed the sorcerer together, for rarely were words needed for them to share thoughts, so well did they know one another, so perfectly did the two dragons match and complement each other. There was much to this one, a flavor to his aura that was hard to place. He was as he said, a sorcerer, and a strong sorcerer at that. Indeed dragons were not common, there were very few of them and the few there were are especially hard to find. For him to have gone through the trouble of finding them spoke volumes.<br/><br/>Interestingly enough they had hoped for a mentor for their daughter, the elves excelled in nature based spells, so they had been able to teach Akasma very little, and the girl had proven so head strong and independent that they were afraid attempting to teach her themselves would result in the entire forest being leveled. On the other hand they were immensely worried about Akasma learning that she had another form. They had never shown her, never let her know, though she should be fairly safe they were merely trying to make sure not to attract any attention.<br/><br/>Dispositions had softened with proper respect being shown, their own arrogance quite possibly being the undoing of their daughter, they had decided to agree to allow this man to tutor Akasma. For how could one human be a threat? Either Akasma would learn from this man or not, if not they were quite simply back where they had started nothing lost. Though it was unspoken it would be hard for Senerellia to let her daughter get out of her sight. She was fiercely protective. This time it was Senerellia that spoke. “We would want your oath that no harm shall come to her. She will be your responsibility and should you fail, you would know of our displeasure first hand.”<br/><br/>She looked this man over again, more carefully wondering at that feel to him that was so different than what she was accustomed to. To look any further would require invading his mind and she was positive he would be aware. It did not seem that it was worth the offense or the disdain she would feel at touching a humans mind to answer her question. She was still pondering this when her eyes flickered to the door a moment before her daughter burst in. Branin visible behind her but hanging back, he turned away deciding he could get the story from his friend later.<br/>Akasma was astounded at what she saw. Her parents looking upon a kneeling human in her house, how fascinating! The running hadn’t even been enough to quicken her breathing. She quickly ran her hands through her hair, knowing it would need the moments attention after running. Her silver strands neatened easily falling a bit below her waist her skin much rosier than her mothers, vibrant with youth, her eyes an expressive deep emerald. She went to stand with her parents and it was obvious how much she took after them. She was between them in height 5’9” though she may grow another inch or two yet and more toned than her mother, and slightly better endowed but her clothing made it obvious that she was no lady. Yes, she had that inherent grace from her mother but it was rougher around the edges. She opened her mouth to speak and then thought better of it, waiting to see what happened next.<br/>