Watching the stiff, uncomfortable way that Baofeng moved piqued Drache's curiosity, and she wondered if his nervousness was because he hadn't met another half-dragon before, or if it was something about herself that made him so tense. Eyeing his blue scales, her gaze skating along his bare chest, she knew that he wasn't a half-Ixen. Her scales were always feverish with warmth but his were not. Nor were they corpse-cold like a frost-drake's should be. That narrowed things down somewhat. Not that she would have cared. 

Drache gave a slow shimmy, straightening her dress as her snout turned, following the point of Boafeng's clawed fingertip to the north of the city. In the failing light she could just make out the tiny building. It wouldn't have taken her long to get there what with her resplendant wings hanging loose and shifting behind her back, but the walk was many hours through the jungle-drenched mountains, at least.

Taking advantage of his opening, the female half-dragon sidled in close, her shapely leg pressed against the half-Shochra. It was this movement partly that lead to the grazing of his hand across her chest, and a tiny noise of excitement escaping her nostrils as she let out a smokey breath. [color=ed1c24]"Of course it was...but I don't mind."[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Just for one day?"[/color] That didn't give her much time. A look of deep disappointment flicked across her features and she sighed. [color=ed1c24]"Students?"[/color] That made him sound so responsible. [color=ed1c24]"What style is it that you teach?"[/color] Starting at his forearm, she finger-walked her claws up his arm to his shoulder, blazing a trail of heat along his scales.