Her pale blue eyes widen slightly as the dragon turns to face her. She almost takes half a step back, but she remembers her teachings from her old hunting companions, [color=ed145b][i]If I make the slightest movement to show weakness, he will kill me.[/i][/color] She thought to herself. Her mentor turned to her, [color=7ea7d8]"Do not be so afraid, my child. Dragons are intelligent beings, they can speak common, among the many languages that they learn throughout their long life. They are not simple beasts."[/color] The Drow said with confidence, but she still had doubts, considering how utterly consumed the boar was.. It had been a long time since she had seen a dragon, her last memory of a dragon was when Vircastoria was still a powerful kingdom. Both Zenovia and her mentor could feel an overwhelming sense of magic from the Dragon's spirit, which reinforced her flight instincts, but she stayed as strong as she could to stop herself from running.

[color=7ea7d8]"I have not heard of a white dragon with this appearance.. Who is he? Is he not a Pyresian?"[/color] She wondered. Zenovia took a deep breath to calm herself before repeating her mentor's question, [color=ed145b]"Who are you? Are you not from Pyresia?"[/color] She asked in the most non-hostile way she could muster. She was far too used to speaking curtly, and now wasn't the time to speak in such a way.