[ There's a certain irony that what makes his species targeted is something elves have been targeted and used for, though in some empires, it's for the sake of performing blood magic with them as a central sacrifice. The price of being more sensitive to the Fade even amoung those who aren't mages by birthright.
It's not an unreasonable answer, as it were; granted, the divergences between Brett and the dragons she knows are so large that he'd need to be an active threat in turn to garner her desire to kill. So to her, it's still more evasion: he's already shown he can get away, and she's not planning on hitting so fast that his shadows can't pull him into his own safety-net. Or can't attack her, she supposes. All things are possible. ]
Hm... hard to say what you deem dangerous or not, but fine. It's worth trying, I suppose.
[ She turns and sets down the tray on a metal table, lifting her feet up high as she moves toward a collection of strewn about instruments. A flick of her foot dislodges water droplets for no grand purpose, considering she steps back down against a wet surface once more, but it felt like some form of release either way. ]
The dragons I'm familiar with are at minimum, soon after hatching, both ravenous and as large as a horse. They're flightless at that point, and the drakes remain that way from what the scholars on the subject have told me. The females who live past a hundred years or so are the truly impressive creatures, shoulder three or so of my height at minimum, length more than double or triple that. They fly, and they've elemental breath attacks of their own.
[ They're beautiful, frightening for sheer power, and to be respected. A few were also, unfortunately, prone to attacking people, and made themselves nuisances that had to be handled. That they're also Blight resistant... she shakes her head, sounding almost regretful. ]
It's unfortunate, but when they cross over and start attacking people's settlements, they have to be driven off or killed. They don't reason. They're exceptional creatures, but not intelligent. Cunning, though. Very cunning, and awe inspiring to see in person. Also entirely likely to devour you.
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It's not an unreasonable answer, as it were; granted, the divergences between Brett and the dragons she knows are so large that he'd need to be an active threat in turn to garner her desire to kill. So to her, it's still more evasion: he's already shown he can get away, and she's not planning on hitting so fast that his shadows can't pull him into his own safety-net. Or can't attack her, she supposes. All things are possible. ]
Hm... hard to say what you deem dangerous or not, but fine. It's worth trying, I suppose.
[ She turns and sets down the tray on a metal table, lifting her feet up high as she moves toward a collection of strewn about instruments. A flick of her foot dislodges water droplets for no grand purpose, considering she steps back down against a wet surface once more, but it felt like some form of release either way. ]
The dragons I'm familiar with are at minimum, soon after hatching, both ravenous and as large as a horse. They're flightless at that point, and the drakes remain that way from what the scholars on the subject have told me. The females who live past a hundred years or so are the truly impressive creatures, shoulder three or so of my height at minimum, length more than double or triple that. They fly, and they've elemental breath attacks of their own.
[ They're beautiful, frightening for sheer power, and to be respected. A few were also, unfortunately, prone to attacking people, and made themselves nuisances that had to be handled. That they're also Blight resistant... she shakes her head, sounding almost regretful. ]
It's unfortunate, but when they cross over and start attacking people's settlements, they have to be driven off or killed. They don't reason. They're exceptional creatures, but not intelligent. Cunning, though. Very cunning, and awe inspiring to see in person. Also entirely likely to devour you.