She nods. "You didn't sound like a proper dragon. Not uppity enough, even for a bronze." She smiles, a hint of sadness to it. "Our 'family' is transient enough, it stays about the same size, unless something major happens and it gets torn apart. Then, the survivors attack to other families. Or they don't." She shrugs. "It's a wanderer's life, which fits this realm. The only permanent settlements possible are where the small pockets of Earth run through, and since we're closer to Air and Negative, you won't find anything solid here."