Settled within her glade, she lay upon her stomach, forepaws crossed almost daintily like that lady she was, wings settled demurely over her back, her long neck high as she waited. Like a statue she seemed, like a silvery stone, no movement, so still in fact that several birds had decided that her spine was a good sunning spot.<br/><br/>She had mixed feelings over the reactions she had received  to her call. A pup had outright refused, his voice, both frightened and angry whirling about her seemingly frozen form in his wind magic, causing leaves to swirl, and birds to squawk, before simply resuming their positions upon her gleaming hide. This saddened her greatly, to know that dragon would rather remain in a human state. Yet others had accepted....all pups. She knew there was another out there of a greater age, yet from this one..nothing. It mattered not. She would seek the male in her own time.<br/><br/>And as yet, she was quite unaware that there were humans that were aware of her arrival, or even that might come across her grove. Wise as she was, seeing that the areas had been ravaged, she truly did not know the reasons why. She hoped to gain answers to these questions by bringing the dragons to her. The answer of the young Wind did not bode well as it was. What would others say?<br/><br/>Would she need to prepare for battle?<br/><br/>Such a despairing idea, but one she would surely take on if need be. And so, with a heavy grunt and a flutter of eyes, she would lift her mighty bulk, pulling herself into a sitting position, the birds flitting away with irritated chirps, and eased her eyes to the skies. Already she could see the arrival of a small red, and she remained still, not wishing to frighten the pup. Inwardly she softly chuckled at that thought, for reds were know for their egotistical mannerisms. It would remain to be seen how this young female reacted to Anishal.<br/><br/>Silently she remained waiting, knowing there were others coming. She would not speak until she had a full audience.