The tree demon was disinterested in whatever the dragons in front of him had to say. He had tried to pay attention to their conversation, but it never felt like the right time to say anything. Nexias, the black dragon, talked a lot.
[i]He seems protective, but very talkative and chaotic. I'm beginning to dislike him even more[/i], Ocotl thought to himself. He didn't like people who talked a lot, but he was willing to tolerate them. 

He peered beyond Nexias' form to see some kind of ceremony going on. Dragons of different shapes and sizes produced unusual magic displays, or fought courageously against other dragons like them. Elements flew back and forth, during the ceremonies, lighting up the large, open space of the ceremony grounds. He looked back at the group gathered near him, joints creaking slightly again.

The group was larger now, other dragons having joined the motley crew, seemingly friends of Nexias. A dragon, taking the form of a small, blonde-haired child, was one of the newcomers. A bright light seemed to radiate from her, and Ocotl could tell that she was very powerful. There was almost a hum of energy around her, the air slightly distorting like a mirage. She was somehow familiar, but if he had known her, it was from many years ago, back when his Master was still alive. She did not seem to act with a child either, acting with a decisiveness only reserved for those of old age. [i]She would probably be the most powerful one here[/i], he thought to himself. [i]And the oldest.[/i] Nexias had a dangerous look on him again, talking to the child-form dragon.

"See, that's all I wanted, and as for their names. I honestly have no idea, hell, I didn't even know that the cat wasn't a cat..." he said, rambling on about something or another, getting excited later as he went on. Ocotl blinked slowly, waiting for him to finish speaking. He realized that he hadn't said his name or even introduced himself, and regardless Nexias had somehow trusted him. [i]Maybe he would be a good ally to have after all...[/i] Ocotl thought to himself. 

"I apologize for not having introduced myself," Ocotl rumbled, addressing the group, his black eyes twinkling. "I go by Ocotlantli, but you may call be Ocotl. I do not wish to harm anyone, I am merely looking for something." He glanced at the cat. He would have some explaining to do, most likely, for nobody knew his name.
He looked at the blonde-haired dragon, humming briefly. 
"Did you happen to know of a Dragon, like you, very gifted in the ways of nature?", he asked her. "I have been trying to find his home-place. One as long-lived as you may know, yes?"