[center][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/54366/posts/ooc?page=2#post-1671425]Vesperia[/url][/center]
Vesperia followed every word of his on bated breath but when he asked for a touring flight, her bright ambiance dimmed along with the happiness in her face. It was as if a great ship’s rope had given way and began floating opposite from the dock. [b]“Oh.”[/b] She said morosely while lowering eyes in turmoil not speaking for some time. Lost in apparent contemplation but she came to the realization rather quickly that an answer must be given sooner rather than later. They both seemed to be sharing the exact delicate rosy hue of nervousness, and she did not want to refuse his sweet offer. 

[b]“Sealameet, I..”[/b] She struggled to say and began fiddling with her long nails.

This would surely be the end of their budding connection but she decided to make the difficult decision to accept his suggestion, even the consequence. 

[b]“Traveling by foot would be a better option--though, I would be delighted to join you regardless.”[/b] A pure though weak smile crossed her lips. 

She overheard the two headed dragon mention human and Vesperia whipped around, semi-surprised that the emerald stranger could have known. Momo did smell a bit like something unfamiliar but human would not have been her first guess. Ages had passed since living among Momo’s kind and the scent of them sort of vanished with time. Other dragons were more sociable and brave around the two footed beings and that had not come to mind when bringing her along to the shop.

[i]“Can we eat it? Papa says they taste like yummy veal!”[/i] The right head hissed.

Vesperia narrowed stormy hues in ire and valiantly stepped in front of Momo all the while glaring rather viciously at the right head of the green dragon. For all the others knew this was her regular personality but something inside her triggered when Momo was threatened. The horned dragon could not let any harm befall her human friend, especially since she belonged to a fellow dragon. How would she be able to live with herself if this girl became a dragon snack?

[b]“You…will…not.”[/b] She nearly roared in defiance, sharp fangs becoming visible as she spoke these three simple but blunt words. 

This angelic figure that stood before each dragon in the shop was gradually surrounded by a darkening purplish glow. A sinister illumination began radiating at her feet, swirling upward and around. The source was faint but could easily be detected. Dark magic had made itself known without her even allowing it to interfere. Vesperia’s ability to control this element was more in a teen range rather than an adult since spending years repressing the magic. Sometimes there was no telling when the power would make itself known. Unfortunately, it had picked now to do so and she did not appear very heavenly at this moment.