Gyrfalcon's Keep That I could be looking for

What was he, or even she, supposed to do? She could answer what it was for with ease, the words having already formed on her tongue, but what were either of them to do about it? The obvious answer was clear, but she'd pushed it aside as her search for a better solution began. Anything would do at that point, for no longer could she find it in herself to leave him there alone. As long as his confusion lingered, she'd feel a need to clear things up for him. Her initial desire to get away had since faded, overthrown by something far greater. If she could explain to him what was going on, perhaps she could then teach him, too. Make him learn to control himself, turn him into the opposite of Jolon. While she had no desire to lead him home, she did wish to ensure that those he'd surely meet in the future would not be forced into anything. That she would succeed in teaching him, and then hope that her words stuck.

Slowly, her lips had parted, yet closed had they then become in response to his touch. Acting on impulse, she'd allowed for herself to lean into him, only to quickly correct her stance no more then a moment later. "This is for the creation of new life," came her response, voice having been found. "But you need not do anything. You control yourself, outside influences do not." It was not required that either of them do anything, no matter if nature willed it. With control being executed, they could simply remain there, lingering as two without any real need for the other. "There is no spell, you are bound by nothing," the words were spoken with ease, head turning so that she might better regard him. "You are able to do as you please." For the most part, that was true. He could leave or he could stay, he could keep away or he could reach forward—even she could not truly control his doings, should her requests be deemed unimportant. They acted as singular beings, and so it was only by their own desires that they should be expected to operate.

There was something strange about the male, but it did not feel to her as if they were one in the same. Where she lived as a dragon within a body that could be supported by the earthly plane, he seemed to be different. Perhaps he was something, but certain was she that the same flame did not burn within the both of them. He listened, whereas a dragon would not, his aura seeming cool instead of warm like a raging fire.