He stayed still, letting her observe him, understanding that she was trying to figure out what he represented. After a moment, he sent a mental request for the various sane dragoness' to come to the level on their own time, adding it above the simulation room, and setting up a window so they could see in without being seen in return. He wanted to get someone with a bit more understanding of dragon children in before he went to his next logical step. Which would likely cause a rather large reaction from the world at large. He knew that Io had wanted for Bahamut to mate with Tiamat back when they were younger, to bring about a 'perfect' dragon race, and while this was clearly not the ideal he wanted, he could feel that it was likely closer than most of the current ones. That she was already showing some magical abilities was amazing, even if it was merely her natural talents, but he wasn't going to make any sort of decision about what the race was or wasn't before he had a larger base of the species to observe.<br/><br/>He kept his movements slow and smooth, and relaxed, half shutting his eyes and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his voice dropping into an equally soft and soothing tone to try and help her calm down. "A pleasure to meet you. I just wanted to meet you. You are, as near as I can tell and I am quite knowledgeable, unique. At least until the other purplish eggs over there hatch. If you need anything to be more comfortable, just let me know, I will try to arrange something."<br/><br/>He gracefully and smoothly stood up, and brushed himself off, before glancing to the side of the room, and setting up another room, larger, enough for them to practice flying. The floor of that room was a good bit lower than the hatchery, and there was a good five foot tall wall to prevent a newly hatched from falling down into the hunting and flying room, and maybe getting hurt. It would only take an hour or so for a newly hatched's wet wings to dry enough to fly, and they were all strong enough to do so once dry. The floor of the room was large, having several sections, one a desert, another an ocean with a beach, a third a grass land, the forth a rocky, mountain like area, and the last a forest, giving them a chance to learn practical hunting skills in a relevant environment. Each level was separated by another wall, and it was clearly a work of both art and effort, something that none of the others got just for them. They had to make do with the simulation room, while the hatchlings got a room all to themselves.<br/><br/>The extra room done, he headed to the other hatchlings, repeating the process, before excusing himself from the room, and retiring to the observation room to see what they did now that he was 'gone' and they were alone again.