A silence, it calmed down the boy and he took crunching bite from his apple. Enjoying it's taste in moonlight while sitting in tree. Content, happy, much as he can as orphan. Much as he can as human instead being dragon. But then again suddenly he gets new message, or more a vision. The boy felt whole message and vision intrusive, and most of all it conflicts what he knows about humans. He does not hate humans, but he hates slayers and he knows humans are well capable very evil deeds and he sees this as a trap! A deadly trap!<br/><br/>He grows angry, not humans, but to this silver dragon! Despite he had been taught respect elders but were elders like this? Intrusive and commanding? He's not sure but his parents were not like that! Most of all he has given up already his life as dragon, but even now his dragon magic worked for him when he drew breath and wind started blow around him like small tornado, answer passively on call on his blood to send a simple message; "Leave me alone! I am<strong>not</strong>a dragon! No more!" Boy screamed this and wind picked his words and flew away.<br/><br/>After long silence wind starts blow on the small sanctuary Anishal has created, then wind starts grow sharper, higher in pitch and like from loud whistle boy's words are repeated, in language of dragons! So loud it makes her ear ring from the pitch of the sound of the wind boy had created send message! Anishal could remember wind dragons, a rare kind of dragons from far east which ate no flesh but ate only green life, fruits and berries. They collected no horde but took works of wondrous art or knowledge as offerings from people who worshipped them or as payment for advice on mortal human matters and settle disputes as judges for major matters. One their talents, even hatclings, was ability manipulate wind and able use that power float and fly in unbeatable grace and speed. But same wind manipulation can be used to deliver their voices far away. Anishal sensed some anger in the sound, but also hint of fear.