((I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I thought I had posted in the midst of trigonometry and chemical bindings))<br/><br/>Aredhel almost jerked as the pseudo dragon flopped over to sit on her shoulder, the elf frozen in terrified delight of such close proximity to a creature such as that. And finally it clicked for the elf. If the man came with them, so did the dragon. Therefor a rather unsettling expression of eagerness appeared on her sensually cold face.<br/>"Oh yes, we're crazy, I mean we are heading there... I'll follow your every word... Really."<br/><br/>In her excited state Aredhel failed to understand how her words may sound but the slender hand she held up to caress the dragon with quivered suitably humble, aching to give the dragon a scritsch, not a swat.