The situation somewhat defused, Ashwing sighed her worries out. She wished her jaws and vocal cords could give her a voice the woman would understand, because the dragoness oh so longed to tell her exactly what she thought about her. The only thing that saved Zyloria from having an angry bag of orange and ashen scales hanging from her throat by the jaws was the fact that she didn't threaten Alphonse.

It seemed that she would not give the egg up, but she wouldn't be going away with it unwatched either. Ashwing could accept that - for now. When the topic of the conversation changed to food, the little dragon's eyes lit up and stomach growled. She passed Alph an image of herself sitting on top of a small mountain of fish skeletons. Then she thought for a moment and sent over much the same image, only instead of the pile there was a human skeleton dressed in tattered remains of the same clothing Zyloria worn. [i]No woman, no problem... And no hunger.[/i] Ashwing thought to herself, editing her earlier statement.

Hobbling over to the smith as Alph said, she realized how tired this small exchange made her. Angered at her own powerlessness, she sat down next to the smith's feet and silently fumed, waiting for either group to start moving.