Waking, Mayae yawned, and then looked at Asheera in slight confusion, she was definitely a dragon, judging from the memories she had, but that was not an evil dragon, its scales had been the color of purest silver.<br/><br/>"What were you," she asks her sleeping lover, craddling her in her arms, and enjoyed the slightly over-endowed beauty of her familiar. She occassionally strokes her head, and waits, patiently, intent on finding out a bit more about her contradicting lover.