When the dragon didn't say anything more and just started swimming towards her she almost rushed back to her hut in panic. Suddenly she understood what does it mean "a cat playing with its mice." There was nothing she could do to hide from this creature. With increasing panic Lena was watching the approaching beast. Despite the fear she couldn't help but notice the beauty of the dragon when he emerged from the lake. As he stretched in his whole size the view was impressing.<em> "Why is he here, what is he doing? Why hasn't he ate me yet? Why is he.... lying down??"</em>Questions were running through her head like crazy but slowly she started to think the dragon may not want to eat her. He would already, right?<br/><br/>His eyes were shining in the dark, they were huge, golden, motionless, fixed on her.<em>"Why is he not talking anymore?" </em>She thought and then she heard a loud noise coming from the dragon. It was so loud and sudden that she fell on the sand, surprised. Low, constant, but tremulous sound surrounded her, she could almost feel the ground trembling under its influence.<em>"Is he purring...?"</em>She couldn't believe it but it seemed so. Yet dragons cannot purr! They are lizard vicious creatures not friendly purring cats! Well, the dragon in front of her was purring with no respect to elven tales.<br/><br/>Lena relaxed slowly and stood up. The dragon was lying motionless so she decided to move closer to him. She reached to him but hesitated. Would he allow her to touch him? She was wondering if he was warm or was he as cold as a lizard. Her mind calmed down, her body stopped shaking, she even smiled to the dragon. She realized he is trying to show his good intentions and means no harm.<br/><br/>"Nas t'met 'u, draa'gn. 'U are draa'gn, rit?" She asked and added with honest admiration: "'U are s'so pe'tty."