She scrunches up her face, and scowls at him. "You're no fun," she replies, then turns to Aurelia. "Alright, dragon lady. What do you want to know."<br/><br/>Aurelia seems a little surprised at the comment, though she doesn't say anything. Instead, she walks forward, and places a hand on Flute's head. To untrained eyes, it might seem a simple exchange, but to anyone magically sensitive, it felt closer to a war or power. The contact remains for only a few moments, before Aurelia steps back, nearly staggered. She takes a moment to compose herself, then nods to Caiphias. "She is... who you believe she is. And she shouldn't be here, not for another fifty years. Either something has gone terribly wrong, or..." she shakes her head. "No, I think I understand. This will be interesting, nevertheless." She gives him a mirthless smile. "I sincerely wish you the best of luck."