Sleeping Dragon Jasper

Her smile softened slightly as the woman spoke, soaking in her thoughts and ideas. She loved hearing the opinions of others almost as much as she loved giving her own take on the situation-- which she loved doing a lot. "The soul," she murmurs after Lucia has finished talking, her tail tapping against the ground a handful of times. "Perhaps meditation would be a friend to the stones, then," she offers, giving her beloved Amethyst another thoughtful look.

"Where do you come from, sugar?" she asks, turning the topic away from her rocks. Although Portia could and would talk about the natural world all day long, she'd try not to. With a glint in her striking green eyes, she focuses in on the woman opposite of her.