It was only a fraction of a second, but she stilled in her shift her father likewise with side eyes, but he took advantage and pinned her to the floor front down. His teeth on the back of her throat and both of them panting from exhaustion. She didn't move, relaxing into the floor, hair pulled back to reveal the ivory of her throat normally hidden in her dark hair.<br/><br/>She could feel his breath, making the feathers on her neck rise to attention. Her breathing slowly coming back under her control. It might have looked like nothing but teeth and claw in flashes, with smoke, but she and he both bore scratches in their clothes. It was skill to scratch something that was only solid for milliseconds of time, it was strength to keep it up for as long as they had, even though it seemed less than a few minutes. There was sweat dripping from her hair and feathers, and her clothes were uncomfortably sticking to her small frame.<br/><br/>"Submit?" Her father's words were gentle. And she only had to nod before the sharp fangs removed themselves from so close to her vulnerable throat. She gave him a look, and he nodded and headed for the door. "We need to talk."<br/><br/>She felt the dragon in the room, moving slowly to a standing position. She wasn't going to bother with his arrogance at the moment, instead casting a spell to clean up the area as it had been before their match. It might not seem overly disturbed, but there were claw marks enough that she wanted it dealt with. She walked passed him, ignoring the way his arrival had signaled a change in something that had caught her father's notice.<br/><br/>As they left, her trailing her father's steps, the others gathered began talking about what they had seen, and what they knew of her family. It wasn't often that the Old Bird came to visit, and with him the questions of why she was here at all surfaced.