<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/03/Neave-avatar-picsay.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Neave<br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Draconic<br/><strong>Players nearby:</strong>Cellorian<br/><strong>Location:</strong>By the stream, next to Cellorian<br/><br/>Neave giggled cheerfully at his sarcasticly disappointed greeting and playfully caught the fish he threw at her between her sharp front teeth. Devoring the fish in one gulp she then peered into the stream at his little trap made of ice. Such a clever little thing he did. Though she wondered what fun was in it. She could electrify water and shock and/or kill plenty of fish. But she thought it was fun to play chase with the fishies. Even more fun in her Draishok form, where she could spend long periods of time under water. Driving down to the bottom of deep pools. Exploring, chasing the rare and tasty fish. But then, this was something Cellorian would think up. Calm and lazy Dragon that he could be. His temperament made him more fun though. Seeing how many of nestmates were so serious and snappy. Cellorian was easy to get along with.<br/><br/>She laughed again as he continued on his sarcastic rant. Playfully she started to quite literally, bounce in circles around him. A funny sight to see a large lizard do. Up on her tippy toes she went and bounced/skipped a few inches in the air each time. However, she stopped when he mentioned humans. Her eyes immediately perking up in curiosity. She plopped down next to him an tucked her front legs, listening to his story. Sarcastic or not, anything about the two legged creatures fastenated her. She had never seen one up. Once though, she spied on a group by the sea of ones like her form. Another time she watched a Trintos group hunt. The older dragons always told her to keep her distance. She didn't understand why. They seemed so soft and mushy and vulnerable. Even though all the dragons could take the form of a two legged mammal. Neave herself felt so vulnerable as such, as did most of the other Dragons, she knew. What could the two legs species do to them, really?<br/><br/>When he stopped talking and rolled over next to her, there was a sound of disappointment from her, followed by a sweet giggle as she playfully and gently poked him in the side with a claw.<em>"What do you know of them? Have you ever seen their nest sites? I've heard such strange things about how they make their nests. Are they really that fearsome? They seem so mushy and soft to me. Like they wouldn't even survive in the woods."</em>She seemed a bit lost, as if she were deeply compilating her thoughts, or maybe she had just noticed a bug over her head. As it turns out, the latter was the truer...