[b]Fáfnir Iron-claw[/b]

Fáfnir blinked. She was floating upside-down. That... that wasn't something you saw every day. Was she a ghost?

Realizing she was staring in a manner most unbecoming of her, she screwed her eyes open and shut, then coughed, clearing her throat. A small candle-flame puffed out of her mouth. 

"Yes, I um, get that a lot. Hello, spirit. My name is Fáfnir Iron-claw," she said in a booming voice, regaining her proper posture as she puffed out her chest, hand over her heart. "My father was an admiral in the navy, and I come from a long line of noble dragons. This was to be my first excursion into the heart of the human world, but..."

Her mind raced, trying to think of something appropriate to say now that she'd talked herself into a corner. She felt a cold drop of rain dampen her cap, and shuddered.

"But this abominable weather is making a fool out of me. If I could, I would swallow these blasted clouds whole," she said boastfully. Hopefully that would get her back on track. If they were a ghost, she might at least be able to make one friend. Maybe. 

"What of you, spirit? Are you perchance headed to the Academy? If so, I would deign for you to accompany me," she said, flourishing. "The invitation of a dragon is not something to be spurned."