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It was quiet, peaceful, relaxing. Standing on the roof, looking into the night sky, the dragon forgot whatever may have troubled him, whatever explosion of temper he had had earlier was past. Now it was simply quiet, the only sound the rustle of a light wind through the distant trees.

He took a deep breath, his wings spread as he stepped toward the edge of the roof. A leap from the roof, the dragon several stories to the ground light as a feather to land silently on his feet. Another look toward the stars, a soft smile, on nights like tonight he felt as if he could reach out and touch them or fly beyond.

His tail twitched as he walked, a thoughtfulness in his expression. He was really going to have to work on that issue with his tail wasn't he?

Hmm?

The dragon turned, looking to see who had spoken his name. Ah, he recognized her immediately, it was Tess. There was an uncertainty in his eyes, a nervous twitch to his tail. Was she angry at him for what had happened before? He hoped not, he really hoped not.

"Tess, hey."

He gave her a shy smile, tail flicking as he stepped toward her. As he moved, he may or may not have glanced in several directions to see if the ghoul's lower half was nearby.

"How are you?"

He shook his head, his tail maybe held a bit higher just in case a certain lower half was lurking nearby (he didn't want a repeat of before).

"I'm okay."

There may have a bit less shyness in his gaze, though there was still a twitch of uncertainty in his tail. It didn't seem she was angry, or at least if she was she wasn't showing it. Was she really okay? He had after all sort of...tried to freeze her legs.

"I'm...sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to act that way. I guess I'm still a bit sensitive about my tail."

That was putting it mildly, and really it wasn't an excuse was it. One day he'd get over that, maybe, he hoped, or at least he'd get better at it. He smiled at her, warmly this time, genuinely.

He seemed to have relaxed, finally convinced that she really wasn't angry at him. His returned to its normal, quiet flicking back and forth, as if it had a life of its own that kept it in constant motion.

"The latter I guess, just something that happened when I was little."

He didn't volunteer a story beyond that. It wasn't that he minded the question, there was just no need to bore her with such a story was there? And it wasn't really that important, he supposed a lot of dragons (and other beings as well) were inclined toward grumpiness with issues involving their tail.

"From now on, no ice, promise."

A hand raised to thoughtfully scratch behind one ear. He liked Tess, it was almost hard to believe how different the personalities of her two halves seemed. Well, he supposed he couldn't object to the legs half too much, it was a part of the same being after all. Not that he was going to trust that half around his tail in the near future.

"Do you...wanna do something?"

Besides standing around in the middle of the school grounds that is. Surely there were more comfortable places to spend the evening talking with a new friend?

A smile, he appreciated that she didn't pry into the matter further, though he was unlikely to have been angry if she had. Though whether or not he would have actually answered was up for debate. It wasn't a tale he rarely told, though the reason why he wasn't telling that either. But it wasn't important, not right now.

"Dinner sounds great. Where would you like to go?"

His wings unfurled, a flick of his tail. It was a beautiful night under a star-filled sky, a perfect night for flying, especially if that flight led to dinner at the end. He looked skyward for a moment before he turned back to Tess.

"Should we fly there?"

Did she like flying as much as he did? He also may or may not have been wondering what would happen if Legs met his cat. Hmm, that could have either been frightening or entertaining, maybe both.

The smile broadened, the corner turning into a smirk as his wings stretched to their full span.

"That sounds perfect."

A moment later he was airborne, propelled skyward by a single beat of his wings. He climbed, tail lashing back and forth almost as if he were 'swimming' through the air. Now far above Tess, he turned, diving again and circling until he leveled off at her altitude his path carrying him toward town.

"Walking is over-rated."

There was a chuckle in his voice, he had meant it as a compliment and a reassurance. Whether or not it came out that way, well he hoped it did at least.

"Perhaps."

Oh, that hadn't come out right had it? He maybe have looked a bit disheartened for a moment, he hadn't meant to upset her in any way. But the smile quickly returned, a glimmer in his silver eyes.

"Every chance I get."

Given his choice he would have flown everywhere, touching the ground as rarely as possible. Well, not that he really disliked walking, but flying was so much more exhilarating. To feel the rush of the night air under his wings, the wind in his mane, to feel weightless and free, so close to the stars above, there was nothing else like it.

He circled again as if to emphasize the point, pausing at the peek of his climb before diving again.

He paused, now hovering in front of her, though it seemed his tail moved far more than his wings did.

"I'm fast enough I suppose."

A grin, if there was one thing he was confident in it was his ability in flight. He may not have been the most skilled of fighters, nor could he have ever claimed to possess great physical strength (such was Petro's department), however he did make up for that lack in the agility and swiftness of his light, slender build.

"Why do you ask?"

There was a slight hint of suspicion in the look he was now giving her, though perhaps there was a sense of mischief in his eyes as well. Something told him she was up to something, something he might have wished he'd thought of first.