He smiles, and softly pets the dragon. "Hello. What is your name little one?" [i]Astarot.[/i] He blinks in surprise. "And....you choose me? Even though I'm....I'm...a monster?" The dragon purrs softly, nestles into his arms, and falls asleep. He sighs, and carries the small wyrmling around his neck, one hand on his crimson sword, the black gem in the hilt glittering softly. He closes his eyes, and feeds as much power as he can into the jewel, slowly lessening the immense pressure coming from the dragon, and the spirits in his soul.