Mayt nodded at Sasha's comment that they should sleep. "Thanks for the help." Is he would say before he flops down on his back. After a moment, he speaks again. "I wish I could be a dragon." He says in a manner as if he's not really speaking to anyone in particular. "Just, be able to fly up there in the sky, wings spread, with the clouds. Oh it would be wonderful." He gets a wistful smile on his face.

"And fire. Control over fire would be amazing. Breathing it alone is cool but, with my ability, I could breath it then... Control it. Armor of fire. Mayt, the dragon made of fire." He closes his eyes, chuckling quietly to himself. "Oh heavens that would be amazing. To be a dragon. I would be a being respected for simply existing. Not for what I've done, what I may do, or what I'm doing, but for simply being a beast of that caliber. Respected for existing. That would be amazing. No-one no-how would speak down to me like they'r better just because they have magic." His tone starts to get harsh. "Thinking just because they have S-class magic they can treat everyone else like grime under their feet when they don't have it." He clenches his fist, breathing through clenched teeth. "And show them that S-class magic won't save them from everything. That lording over others leaves you with the look of someone in power, which makes you a target for anyone and everyone with a grudge against the unlucky bastard owning the place." He lets out an angry breath, then slowly relaxes. "But I'm not. So I can't. Yet." He rolls onto his side, facing away from Sasha, and closes his eyes, trying to go to sleep, not bothering with even a blanket.