She was actually touching a dragon, a flesh and blood one. Not just that, but scratching its eye ridges. It hadnt eaten her and she took that as a good sign.<br/><br/>"So.. you ride..Zeranth a lot I assume", she asks him as she doesnt stop scratching.Whatever keeps the dragon happy is ok with her, she tells herself.<br/><br/>"Thank you, those bags contain everything that I own, other than the clothes on my back", she adds and feels her heart pound as she's going to have to ride this dragon back to his camp, or cave complex,whatever they called home.<br/><br/>From his style of dress, and from the bronze colored dragon in front of her, they didnt have ships, not even lower atmo hoppers to get from continent to continent.Still, she could imagine her mother being happy here on this world.She could be here for a while, but the idea doesnt fill her with dread, as it would others dependant on technology.