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"Oh...well, that's all well then." Giving an actual smile before taking back to food and not really caring who thought what about her scarfing. It tasted good and she was more or less ravenous and trying to head off a backlash from magic use as well. "

"That doesn't mean anything." Or so he'd like to think, as he could guess quickly whom she was talking about. After all, he lived in the middle of nowhere. There were coincidences and he didn't want to cross paths over something that may not be true. Bracing his hands on the table before him, he leaned forward and thought.

"Are you possibly trying to suggest more pirates wanting to follow this suppose...example and gain their own wings in such as way?"

"I do not wish to help anyone start a war, merely because they now have the means to. If that is the door you are speaking of, I'd rather it remain locked. It is the last thing this place needs. Riders have always been a threat, whom has grown more dangerous with passing years. The reason why less and less dragons roam the sands and stay in ports and cities." Turning a look on her. "What interest do you have in such things?"

"His soul has to settle. Treat him as you would treat a hatching. I'm sure there's some mothering instinct in you. Take him outside and let him splay his wings, that'll vent off the heat. He's used to a body who's temperature is self contained. He'll have to learn and remember that the environment can now affect him."

"You want to cure destruction with destruction? While I do not like the Riders or condone their actions...they've managed to deal with more than one dragon that would be trouble for the plane." He wasn't sure what to think...everyone knew that the Riders were no longer what they used to be. They were mere annoyance that had evolved into downright deadly forces. And no one liked to think about baby dragons being purposefully mutilated before they hatched.

Looking to her brushing of his arm, tilting his head some before looking back to her. "Yet...the Riders are suppressed by the harsh climate. I'm not a fool...I know how things will be when it is all restored. I plan to tackle it one thing at a time...with as little war and such as I can. There's been far too much of that."

She was still munching. "I never said it would be easy to acclimate him. He either learns and lives, or doesn't and dies. And I don't do repeats." Reaching out and hooking a hand on something or other leather of Kelligrin's person. "Let's get out of here, I'll let you lead."

"And what will they do after they have slain the Riders? Who is going to take care of all the Rider Dragons? Do they plan on killing them too, despite that fact that they have done nothing wrong? This isn't just about Riders...there are others to consider."

Shaking his head lightly, as he disliked talk of such things as war. Blinking at her however as she spoke of secrets. "And that secret would be?"

"That doesn't mean every one of them would be like that. Or that they could survive on their own without someone caring for them, or that the older ones are nothing but stupid beasts. What about how others would think of them?" Yes he worried, but it was his job to worry about everything.

Frowning back at her. "If you didn't want to tell, then you wouldn't have hinted. Want to hear it or not, I think you mentioning it means that I should hear it."

"Did you ever wonder how the Riders can tame dragons? How it is they can match even adolescents in their small groups that number in the low teens, when ever an adolescent dragon here can as you well know, quell riots of larger size in your city by thier size alone?"

she looked out at the sands, and felt the roll of them, the swells of the dunes and the smells of the deserts.

"They have, as Desdemona has attested to, taken entire Clans down with a force that you yourself alone could probably handle. Their secret is old, it is strong of essence, and it is shameful."

glancing back at Lycear.

"One of the oldest dragons lies in the mountains that they make thier base upon. She is weak, she is sorrowed, and the stones feel her agony. She is a great Brass dragon, her scales have grown dull, her head never rises. she lays chained and bound, muzzled. age and the Rider's actions have seen to it that she cannot free herself."

A frown.

"brass dragons have a natural affinity for geomancy. just as you have a natural affinity for magics of fire, and as Jae would for ice. she tries to call to those of us that can hear. and I do hear. the riders bleed her daily. a large gash from her foreleg to her hind leg she shows me in visions. they use this stolen blood, and the power that lies within it, as a ceremonial drink. they empower themselves physically on the stolen blood of an ancient being they should respect and if not fear. they keep her alive through twisted means. they cauterize her wound..then reopen it before she grows to strong or to weak."

A look of disgust and disdain.

"The children of the stars should have ended this long ago. but they did not. the plans of thier Goddess must unfold, they say. It was her plan that first gave the Riders thier leashes! the Earth groans with displeasure, with anger. Thier goddess..if she is as mine, has set into motion the ideas. The Riders found a loophole, a catch to snare their strength indefinately. It will fall to dragonkin to break thier chains. I cannot see the future, Lycear. I cannot tell you what would become of Rider dragons long since destroyed of self-image and will. but I can tell you that when the Orb is reborn, they, like locusts, will seek new conquest."

Turning fully to the dragonlord, and taking his hand lightly in her own, tracing over his fingers in an affectionate gesture.

"Think of the potential war as a preventive measure. of killing a small viper's den, before it evolves into a deep seated nest."

He did indeed walk, keeping a close eye on her and found that she managed quite well. He was extremely impressed since he'd felt the massive energy drain that it had taken to perform the soul swap and the fact that she was back up on her feet now was rather telling of how powerful she really was. "Probably. They never know when to leave well enough alone."