It was humorless that he should end up here, trapped behind cold iron and chained but something gave him the inkling that this was the tribe of their enemy. Perhaps it was the man himself (who he caught glimpse of on arrival) that strung a string in his memory, of another- large and strong with a thick hand that clutched around his wing and flung him away to sand and stone. One does not forget that kind of pain and those that inflict it.

Perhaps it was a bit strange that he sat around waiting for some sign and that tonight the great spirits had heard his request, sending him what he sought most. But he knew- with all the intelligence he had inherited from his bloodline that this girl would not remember him. To have been here so long around dragons and not to come back? There could be no other explanation. She was raised by the customs of this corrupt land and knew not of the dragons’ true colors. Another gift came to him though as he heard her words. She wished to travel away from here and that he could use but not in this form. He would use the deceiving ways of his mother’s ancestors to get her to come with him. It would be for her own good though. After all- he didn’t wish to sacrifice her too their spirits…

While painful to do so under these conditions he forced his form to shift. He was stiff but had not yet sat in these chains so long as for them to rub into his flesh. “H-hey.” His voice was a little rougher than he would have liked, probably from disuse or the small portions of water they were given- hardly enough to wet his mouth, really. “I heard you want to leave. I can help.”