Thread: An Empty Nest (N7Biotic & Spirit)

Casantiolth was bit tad bit annoyed that the man only gave her a quick glance and he never seemed to have any real interest in her, but in a way it only strengthened her suspicions. Dragons didn't really care about the affairs of mortals unless they needed to keep up appearances. Just like when the women at her work asked her about her life and she would always tell them something mundane so they wouldn't find much interest in her. Yet they always came back to ask her about something else. She watched as the man traced a circle with his finger to form a clock misty clock out of thin air. Her suspicions only grew bigger. Dragons tended to have stronger magical properties in their mortal forms as though the their abilities to breathe flames where being transferred into magical energy. Casantiolth herself had a few magical tricks of her own, but often saw no use for them. The ability to make a misty clock wasn't very difficult, but she didn't want to give the impression that she could do such things and make the reason of her asking him the time seem off. She couldn't risk scaring him away when he could be something she's been looking for. She let out a cute chuckle like she's seen women do. That sounds right to me. It always seems like the train is never on time. She smiled before studying the man some more. Her eyes widened a bit when she managed to get a better look at his eyes and finally discovered her suspicions have been correct after all, but she wasn't completely happy about it. His eyes were nothing like a human's eyes. Just like her own, they slightly glowed and were unnaturally colored for the race they chose. Sliver dragons typically had purple eyes, but she's seen other dragons with them as well. Perhaps, the discovery wasn't quite so bad after all. One thing was for certain, she had found another like herself, a male too. He could be the key for Casantiolth to feel the wing underneath her wings again. While it was hard to see them now while he stared at the train tracks, Casantiolth knew what she saw. Her sharp eyes caught on that he was grasping something through his shirt, a necklace most likely and her curiosity grew. What else could this man be hiding? There was only one way to know however, and that was to convince him that she was more like him then he'd ever expect. If he wouldn't look at her, then there was another way to let him know without giving herself away to any potential mortals that might come their way. She wondered if he spoke Dragonic. Casantiolth wouldn't be surprised if he didn't, she herself could barely speak it, but she practiced one phrase over and over again until it was ingrained in her memory, even if the man didn't speak it, the sound alone would spark an understanding for there was no other thing that sounded quite like the Dragonic language. Casantiolth smiled at the man as he spoke despite the fact he wasn't looking at her. It does seem oddly peaceful like this. The fog reminds me of the mountains that reached high above the clouds. That was her first hint, but she decided to go on anyways in case it went over his head. She leaned closer to him and whispered in a series of growls and soft roars, her breath heated a bit to feel like a gentle flame against his ear, I am one of you., before returning to her original stance. She was curious to see how the dragon in disguise would react to what she had said. If he would even react to her at all.