Sitting on the throne when her ordered her to, Mayae listens to him, and here eyebrows go up with approval and awe at his silent landing. She shrugged when mentioned the 20 years she would spend with him, so what? She would live to see near a millennia if she could stop being so impulsive.<br/><br/>When the chest slams into the treasure next to her, she does not immediately stand, but sits, looking at the chest, considering her options, or rather, the lack  therefore of. Sighing, she stands, and slowly strips her leotard off, putting a little show on for the dragon. Might as well do her job right, she mentally snarled.<br/><br/>Standing before him, holding her leotard, the only thing she had had on, she defiantly meets his eyes, before carefully folding and storing the clothing and staff in the bag on her back. Turning she swishes over to the chest in the walk that all women could do, and kneels beside it, popping it open, and clothing herself with what was in the chest. If anything was...