Getting considerably nearer to the ground, Mythee detaches from her parachute and lets herself land near a very quiet stream of murky water. The cliffs hid the sun from it all day, so there were no plants growing even near the water. Mythee filled her gourd, wondering about the dragon she had seen higher up, and the said dragon was swooping down at her at that moment. She shoves herself aside, anticipating an attack from the predator, but Val Caphriel only lands near her instead with the flapping of his huge wings. Before Mythee says anything, the amphitere speaks first with a series of very interesting sounding grunts, hisses, snarls and...chirps. (Like a bird.) He's trying to dialogue with me... Mythee takes something out of her bag, a golden collar with brown and white feathers, and waves it around the curious dragon. Understanding, Val Caphriel lowers his neck for the bizarre bipedal creature. Is this a gift or something? Strangely, he did not know the words he spoke...(were they words?) the sounds he just emitted. Mythee smiles, and answers in a series of dragon sounds, Val's own language, now understanding him. Yeah, you can consider it that way, but it's actually a trinket to make you speak the language of the being that you adress. See, I have one too, and that's why you can understand me. Val is shocked at the strange being speaking, and glances at the glinting bracelet, of the same kind, that she was wearing. Are you... a witch? He says, cautiously. Mythee, amused, answers honestly: Why, no! I'm a traveler. That is how I found these. Let me introduce myself... I'm Mythee. So, what might your name be? The dragon, reassured, coiled his tail up and presented himself. You're not even giving me your full name, but I will give you mine. I am Val Caphriel, and I ask of you to call me by that name. Swinging her bag over her shoulder again, Mythee sweatdrops, and says: Ahh, dragons... proud and mighty as usual. Anyways, what might you be doing here? Letting out another grunt, Val Caphriel heightens his neck to look -almost- as tall as the human when curled up on the ground (his size not being very impressive at the time) What do you mean by that? I should ask you the same! You are in my territory. Then, another dragon stomps out from a rather large fissure in the cliff, and comments: What! Your territory? I am afraid that these cliffs are a refuge for the rebels, and belong to noone. Although everyone is welcome here. The european gives out a warm smile, as Mythee smiles in return. My oh my! I sure am meeting many today. But... how do you speak my language? I don't see any charms on you. What! Am I not charming enough? And he breaks into a puffy laughter because of his own joke, uncharacteristic of a dragon. Meanwhile, Val is gaping at the second dragon he's met in his life. What he's thinking is... WHAT THE HECK? And asking himself why the rebels have not shown themselves to him for all the time he had lived in these cliffs, all by himself. Something was fishy... VERY fishy.
