Ava flinched and moved back a few more quick steps when the white dragon's expression changed and he was snarling, seeming ready to come at her any second. He bent slightly and she prepared herself to be attacked. Never before had she fought a dragon, and she was fairly sure if he did attack her that she wouldn't be able to fight him off. Her hands tightened on the dagger and trembled more, body tense, waiting for that finally jump that would be likely to leave her dead, or at least wounded badly and left to die. 

But, the dragon didn't pounce. Once again, his expression seemed to change and he was on the ground, ,cooing softly, the slits in his eyes once again turning round and friendly. She had never seen a dragon act like this before and so it was strange to her. Dragons never stopped their attacks, right? After all, they were bloodthirsty animals. She had seen this to be true in her village and from the many stories her father told their people. 

This dragon though didn't seem like that. The way he cooed at her, as if asking for forgiveness, it was none short of....adorable, and it was instantly hard for her to be angry with him, much less scared. Very slowly, her dagger lowered and when again he made no move to jump at her, she turned the electricity off and sheathed it, slowly making her forward to where he lay, and once close enough, her shaky hand reached out to touch his head, still tense, as if waiting for his mood to suddenly switch. And when it didn't, she petted him slightly, her hands still trembling, "Dragons.......are creatures I will probably never understand....." She said quietly, before looking him in the eyes, doing her best to give a slight smile despite all that had just happened to have her shaken up, "But. I can try."