Sleeping Dragon Peridot

"True," he agreed readily. In the dead of winter and after the worst losses of his three years, Dio had been in no mindset to admire the barren frozen in earth. He then nodded, smirking softly -- it was no surprise she would prefer the green, especially with it shining in her eyes. It just suited her, he reasoned in silence.

Anyway, she came from far, and had learned along the way. Reasonable, for it was how he had done much of his learning too. On the road, from various sources. Some were luxuries, others born out of the need to survive above the rest. Then, to her last bit, he nodded knowingly once more. He had once taken a more manipulative approach to it, but a silver tongue could do wonders in the right situation. He knew. He'd been there. After Stavern Rise, less so. He still felt.. like a piece of him had burned there too. "Do you know what eventually led you to here?" he asked, curious to piece her beginning into the Dragon's history. He had watched it take shape and grow just during his time here, so he always wanted to know more.