Silverlight Terrace dragons of spring dawning

In the slow shower of ash, she blinked quizzically at this scene.. this everything she could behold. Never had she seen a creature such as this one and neither had she ever smelled ash so distinct; Something great, or perhaps just impressive, had burned. Or, so she could suspect.

Bordering on surreal, she had to follow his sights upward. If it were not for the ash, there should have been nothing notable about this. It was a chilly, typical Teekon winter by her standards.. just a little colder than last year's relative mildness. But, while it was surely dour for whoever lived in whatever burned, her mountain had remained unscathed. Besides probably a little dusting of ash, if the winds kept swinging that way. With this much in mind, she could soothe herself enough to let the large beast have her attention.

She couldn't approach it purely as a predator because she knew better. Not with intentions to hunt here and now, of course, but she could observe and learn more anyway. In looming closer by a few long strides, she silently tried to urge it into motion. The yearning to see it dance pressured her forward while simultaneously, she stayed prepared to make a mad dash away if it came to it -- not knowing what it was capable of, either, but suspecting it may have a magnificent strength.