[center][h2][color=springgreen]Zyloria Reise[/color][/h2][/center]

The female looked at the boy, wondering who exactly he was since he hadn't spoken to her before. [color=springgreen]"Yes. I am she."[/color] Her voice gaze way to a hint of a foreign accent, as if she had lived in another part of the world for a long time, though for as long as she had lived there she had never paid much attention to the names of the villagers. Her father had insisted that she socialize, but from a young age she had known who and what she was. She wanted to live with the elves, but it was growing more and more dangerous every day to be one of them, and he had brought her here. Curiously, she peered around, taking another step closer so that she was through the door. 

[color=springgreen]"You are nervous." [/color]The she-elf was often observant, though while she brushed passed him, she tilted her head slightly to the side. Voices, and squeaking? She cast a glance at Glen, another back at the stairs before she turned to him, her arms grossed. [color=springgreen]"What did you find?"[/color] Her voice, stern and commanding, like an elder sister scolding her child siblings. There were endless possibilities that could be had. Elves. Spies. Magic. Hearing a frightful squeak the girl slipped into the chamber that held all the eggs and dragons. 

Dragons. They had found Dragon Eggs. And they had hatched for them. Perhaps? No. It wasn't possible. The Dragon Riders were coming back, and not just in places she could not reach. Pale eyes scanned the room, knowing that those present might not appreciate the intrusion. She felt no fondness or attraction to any egg in specific, though the amount of magic in the room was enough to raise her own energy levels tenfold. If only her father would have taught her something about magic.