The lapses of drip-filled silence between their words was awkwardly long, but the half-dragon seemed to expect it, doing a bit of preening on her perch while she waited for Big White to process.

[color=ed1c24]"Now now. I'm sure he never managed to accomplish anything quite so spectacular as getting himself frozen solid."[/color] She didn't bother to correct Genrit about the tyrannical, historical red. She doubted he'd believe her anyways until he heard it from another dragon. Even his next question was laced with suspicion. 

Drache flared her wings and then folded them back again, settling them along her back to where they rested comfortably on either side of her backpack. [color=ed1c24]"That was three hundred years ago. One day there was magic in the world and the next, there wasn't."[/color] The half-breed's eyes grew distant, her pupils contracting into thin lines, her tone changing to that of a story-teller.
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"I wasn't yet born, of course, so I don't remember what the world was like. But after magic died everything changed, especially for dragons. There were wars. There were great dragon hunts. Many of the remaining dragons gathered at the volcano and struck a deal with the dwarves to build Pyresia. It's very beautiful there. Though mny of the oldest dragons prefer their grubby lairs and either robbing villages or scratching ores from the ground with their own claws."[/color] She lifted her clawed fingers to mime a scratching motion that looked more like the rapid motions of a rodent, poking fun at those wild-living dragons, obviously suspecting that Genrit's preference would lay along those lines. Her thoughts on the matter remained unspoken.

[color=ed1c24]"And so magic has been gone for three centuries...until this year."[/color] A self-satisfied sort of squirm in her tail suggested that the return of magic she spoke of was as much a personal matter as a universal one. On a whim, she stood up and moved even closer, even reaching out to touch the spot on his snout between his nostrils with her palm. As she approached, the feverish heat of a fire-breather radiated towards Genrit.

[color=ed1c24]"You've missed much, it seems. But a history lesson while up to my ankles in ice is getting less appealing by the second. Laying in it isn't doing you any favours either, handsome. The sun is set by now but it's summer so the night is warm enough."[/color] She glanced up into his eyes, a crooked smile playing around the corners of her mouth. Her tone softened, growing less snarky and more enticing [color=ed1c24]"Come join me. You've been down here long enough, I think."[/color]