Surrender up my heart, and swap it for yours.

She did not understand what made Shadow be so secretive about his true heritage, when he'd been so open to share his background on their first meeting. He'd told her of his cold, ruthless family, the harsh way he'd been raise, the reasons behind his sharp temper. Why was it essential to hide his bloodline away? The more she thought about it, the more her amusement and surprise seemed to vanish. Truthfully, Paarthurnax couldn't even place his accent. She knew so few, that she could not place his with a name.

Paarthurnax, now confused and uncertain, maybe even a little afraid (what else was he hiding from her?), did not go to him when he spoke his native tongue and seemed to beckon her closer. Instead she stood where she was, blinking down at his relaxed frame with big doe eyes, silently requesting more information.