The sensation of the approaching globes of fire was almost Drache's undoing. Fire was something all too familiar. She always had fire inside her and anytime her blood was up it felt like the flames corruscated along her veins, a white power deep in her very bones. But the way she was experiencing it now was new, and the dragoness was almost lost in the experience until she heard voices. She hadn't realized she'd closed her eyes, but opened them just in time to notice the rising glow of approaching torches.

Drache almost laughed out loud! How could something so ordinary speak to her, unseen, across a distance? Vaguely she realized that the feeling was linked to the way she could change her breath weapon into Other Things, but didn't have the time to sort out just how the two were connected.

The sly dragoness ducked behind an outcrop, barely slinking her tail behind the stone as she watched and listened. Her ear-frills flared at the sides of her face and she even sniffed, an instinctive action even though her sense of smell wasn't anything special.

She found herself grinning at the stranger's conversation, deciding that if circumstances were right they might be the kind she could get along with. Anyone who joked about seducing harpies and orgies was alright by her! Her flame-coloured eyes darted between the three figures until she recognized the drow for what he was. This caused her to duck back further, knowing that in the darkness he would be able to spot the heat radiating off a half-Ixen with ridiculous ease.

[color=ed1c24]"Hmmm,"[/color] Drache pondered, her tail weaving back and forth silently as she decided what to do. Glancing up and behind her she could see that she could make a pretty clean getaway if she took to the sky. She could probably find another spot to camp. Then again, this spot was pretty nice and she was here first after all. There were three of them and one of her, not good odds, but she wasn't exactly defenseless. She had a mission to complete, but Peridiath (mmm...she could still taste her...) hadn't given her a deadline, so if she dawdled a bit, what would it matter?

It was the Alufiend's casual fireball that decided the matter for Drachiathoryx. Not one to be outdone, she waited a few minutes, waiting until the processing of the deer carcass was well under way, before she concentrated on the bright campfire.

It was more difficult than she thought, and the half-dragon realized that drawing on this reserve of power for a bit of fun might be dangerous if she kept it up for too long. But she was reckless and in good spirits. Her clawed fingertips gestured uselessly as she reached out with her mind, shaping the blaze, controling it. Fire was a playful thing and it flared up suddenly, white sparks popping out of the midst. 

Drache didn't have a real plan for what she wanted the fire to do, but when it began to swirl around, a rotating pillar of near-white, she was just as pleased as if it was a complete surprise (because it kind of was). Taking advantage of the bright distraction, the red-scaled treasure-hunter crept from the dark corner where she was hiding, right towards the light, stopping a few feet from the fire on the other side from the three strangers.

Even if she hadn't cut the show short she felt like she wouldn't have been able to keep it up much longer anyways. She clearly needed more practice with that! With a concussive sort of pop, the fire shrank back down to normal, leaving a wide-winged, hand-on-hip, tail-undulating Drache grinning down at three strangers.

[color=ed1c24]"Good evening. Tell me, which one of you is Kraven? I need to know whose sleeping bag to avoid tonight."[/color] Her tail swished. [color=ed1c24]"By the way, I like my venison medium-rare."[/color] It was a tense moment for her, not knowing how these outsiders might react to her face (or her shenanigans), but she gave them a wink anyways.