"You stubborn fool!" Taraah yelled, making a grab for Thalia, both of them barely avoiding the treetops. She had to hold the child with both arms to make sure she didn't slip from her grasp. She had a whole speech ready, but all of it was forgotten when she noticed just how frightened the small thing was. And yet she didn't waver. "Hmh, you have the heart of a dragon, I'll give you that. But heart alone will not keep you alive here." the dragoness said, shielding Thalia from the wind as she carried them back to the dragon city, the opposite the fleshling wanted to go.

Thalia felt cold in her arms, but Taraah was half red - her motor was always running hot, making all else feel cold. She didn't feel sorry for what she just did, or for the kid not being able to go home. But perhaps she cared enough for not wanting her die on a senseless stubborn journey. "If you do not wish to lay eyes on me or my kind, then fine. I'll give you a teacher of your kind. You're not the first or only human here. The chosen will arrive soon, they will keep you company. But as I said: There is no choice for you - yet." her voice was different. Still rough, but warmer, almost caring. "And your people know me as Ashwing."