Seelo gave a small smile as Rockelle talked about her Bone Knapper, "That's funny, because Buster here is a good bit larger, and taller, than other Basic Browns." Seelo replied, turning back to look at his dragon, whom was still standing as solid as a statue, trying his best to take on an intimidating stance against Rust. Another voice soon joined the conversation, poking at how little control the trainers had over their dragons at times. Seelo shifted his gaze to where the voice came from, "It's not about controlling them." Seelo said, proudly. 'Training' was a rough word for Seelo. He always thought it was demeaning, placing dragons on the same level as household pets. He preferred the word 'bonding', over 'training', "You can't change a dragons nature, no more than you can change the weather." Seelo added, his smile replaced by a semi-serious visage. After a moment of letting his words hang in the air, Seelo turned back to the girl he had met before, "My name is Seelo, by the way." Seelo outstretched a scarred hand towards the girl, in order to formally introduce himself.