Feris listened to her story in silence, frowning as she described Duni taking her in. He thought it was foolish. Why waste an opportunity because of heritage? He saw know point in that thinking. While not as physically gifted as the purebred elf, the half elves were still stronger and faster than a normal human. What more, it was the best connection either race had to the other. Something like that, in his opinion, should be treasured.

At her next question, he perked up, looking curious. The roar was at least a little bit helpful. It meant they were wanted here, the dragons urging them on. For the moment, though, he focused on the question. "I really haven't thought to hard about it," he replied. "I've always had a tendency for Storm Dragons. They're known for brewing storms in their wake. They might not have the same destructive power as, say, a Red Dragon with its flames, but they do well to mask approaches and guide one through storms. Plus, they have a destructive power all their own, spewing lightning from their breath. What about you?" He glanced over at the girl, curious to see what she would want. While his reasons were for the way he could get around with ease, he figured knowing her ideal dragon's type would do wonders for figuring the girl herself out.