It was amazing experience to touch the dragon. This huge, dangerous creature was lying quietly in front of her and she was touching him. His warm breath was enfolding her rhythmically like a strong breeze, dispelling her long hair, uncovering long and pointy elvish ears. She could feel the power inside him, the strength residing in those huge muscles - he could kill her as easily as she could kill a worm.<br/><br/><em>"Did he... smile...?"</em><br/><br/>And then she heard someone speaking again. It wasn't the dragon, it was someone else approaching from behind the beast. Surprised, but not feared, Lena looked in this direction. She saw a very tall man. In the dark she couldn't see details but he was much taller than the tallest elf, he was even taller than her! Comparing to him any elvish athlete was thin and fragile. She was really impressed, she has never heard about people so huge. All her life she saw only elves and paintings of Gar'rosh - wild humanoid beasts who after bloody war pushed her people deep in the woods, far from their homeland. But who was he? Certainly he was not a stranger to the dragon, most probably they arrived together, maybe they were friends even? Lena felt jealous when this thought appeared in her mind. This man was dragon's friend! She wished to have a friend like this.<br/><br/>The man was saying something to her. His speech was very melodious and sounded familiar, however it was one stream of words, with no breaks. She couldn't understand him.<br/><br/>"I't rstee'd 'u." Lena shook her head and then she realized the man was saying something about the fire. "F'r god'ske, 'u are all we't! I'l bryg'n somm'etin'g t'mkee fire wi't!" Lena turned around to rush to her hut, wanting to bring a fire stone and some blankets for this soaked to the skin stranger. She would like to bring something to eat as well, but there was not much food she could share and certainly there was nothing for the dragon.