The music would last for days, so there never really came a point when the tune slowed or stopped, a cue for Drache to stop. But there did come a point when her breath was dry in her throat and her heart was pounding that she knew it was time to think about getting off the ride. A single sour note drew her attention back to the fiddler, who had missed his note on purpose and was looking at her with intent. One of her brows twitched up questioningly, slowing the steps of her clawed feet across the wooden stage. The musician tilted his head towards the crowd and Drache looked over, spotting a scaled face that was at least a head over most of the rest of the crowd. The frills on the side of her face fluffed out with interest, her pupils widening as she took in the tall half-breed. It had been so long since she had seen one of her kind. 

With a grin at the musicians, she bowed and took her leave, hopping down off the stage and disappearing amongst so many other bodies for a moment before she managed to weave her way through. When she finally approached Baofeng she seemed cautious, her tail twitching back and forth almost nervously, as if she half-expected him to bristle and challenge her. She noticed that he didn't have wings, she noticed that he looked strong and fit. She noticed that her mouth watered a little.

[color=ed1c24]"Hello stranger,"[/color] she said in Draconic, a puff of smoke threading excitedly through her teeth. [color=ed1c24]"My name is Drachiathoryx. And you are...?"[/color] Her voice was low, smooth but with a bit of a purr.