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Drogon watches as Wraen finally looks at him and smiles at him with a radiating self confidence that briefly stuns him. He gapes at her for a moment, surprised by the abrupt change in her and unsure how he feels about that disarming smile. She launches into her explanation without preamble speaking of things he has never heard before: of elves and some sort of power that allows them to shift their appearance. He freezes for a moment, the strong muscles in his body pulling taunt as he realizes that she’s not wrong. He’d been born as white as snow and gradually his mane had developed and then his extremities had darkened until his fur had darkened into the solid blue-black it is this day. He looks nothing like he had as a younger child. Holy fuck he was an elf. This thought had his ears slowly pinning back to his skull as he realizes that it’s probably not as normal as he had always assumed it was. He preens under the assumption that she thinks he’s beautiful and perfect, his maned chest puffing out in a manner that bespoke his show-offy nature ( because Drogon had always been and would always be a show off ) only to falter and wilt when she added that ‘The Glamour’ was used to lure children into the woods. His lip curled back in distaste then, the moment ruined. He didn’t even want to know what use elves had for luring children into the woods. No, he was definitely not an elf, he deduced stubbornly.

“Well,” The leijona draws in a deep breath. “I’m not an elf, I probably don’t have The Glamour and I have no intentions of tricking children to follow me into the woods.” He offers a crooked grin then and rolls his broad shoulders in a flippant shrug. “Besides,” Drogon murmurs, his tail giving a wag against his hocks as he takes a ghost of a step closer to her. “You’re looking at me right now and look! You’re totally safe.” He almost said that he hasn’t bewitched her but as he’s not entirely sure that’s true ( he understands now — or rather he thinks he understands ) and if he has, per chance, bewitched her he certainly hadn’t meant to.