[i]Teysa the Chaotic Resurgent[/i]

[i]Wakie Wakie, Eggs and Bacy[/i]

She had been particularly enjoying a good nap beneath the soothing warmth of the sun until lightning crackled and broke through the air directly into the mountainside beneath her. Sharply, a pair of ruby red draconic eyes would open as the vertical pupils narrowed upon the source. From a distance, she could easily grasp the fact that the gathered group was ill at ease, and displeased with what had happened to them. 

So was she, this agonizing headache wasn't helping any. Aside that, the Dragon spread the magnificence that was her wings wide as she dove from the cliff top. With a monstrous size that rivaled the mountainside that she had leapt from, as she got closer, the draconic plainswalker swiftly shrunk into a humanoid state.

Even though the crown of her being, two long horns from her crown emblazoned in gold and sweeping back into the maddening thickness of her red hair, still very much remained. The mark of her species, her pride in being who and what she was. Sweeping the translucent cloak of crimson behind her, the Dragon strode to curiously watch the two others who had woken sort out their difference.

If they would sort them out at all, that is.