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Émihlay lay luxuriently over a large boulder by the hot spring, letting the hot air blow over her supple green scales. The tip of her tail flicked back and forth, the tip like blue flame cutting through the steam. A geyser suddenly shot up, and Émihlay marveled at it, her mouth open in a draconic smile as she watched the steam and water. She loved this spot. It seemed the four elements met together the earth shot out the water, which was heated by fire and released steam into the air.

She sneezed, a tiny flame appearing before her nose. She chuckled and moved moved from her rock. Her friends would say she was acting like a ventus, but she didn't mind. For Incendia, she was remarkably easygoing. She walked, not bothering to leap into the air, and moved between the springs and geysers, simply enjoying the atmosphere and the view.

She wound her way through the veritable forest of geological unrest. One could hardly see more than a few feet clearly, even with the great vision dragons possessed. Émihlay paused to watch the shapes that shifted in and out of coalescence as the steam rose and moved. When suddenly there was a short clearance through the clouds and she saw a black figure. The rock here was all brown and gray, nothing so dark as that. But the mists obscured it right away, so she couldn't be sure. She moved forward, splashing through a small spring till she was close enough to see.

It was! Another dragon. She sniffed curiously, and flicked her tail, water sprinkling through it. She looked him over. One wing had just a touch of white. It was fascinating. "Hello," she said cheerfully. "You have lovely colorings."

Émihlay moved closer. She had wondered how he would react. After she'd said it she wondered if he was sensitive about the wing, but he nodded and wasn't angry. So she felt encouraged. "I don't see others very often," she said. "Other incendia like to fight rather than talk, so we get avoided a lot. But it seems you enjoy this spot much like I do." She stretched her back and legs briefly before trying to meet his eyes. "My name is Émihlay," she offered, and waited expectantly.

Émihlay nodded knowingly, missing that Jago's statement about solace could be taken to mean "leave me alone."

"It's a relaxing place. I find that relaxation leads to a happier disposition," She lay on the ground and scratched her side. Even the soil here felt good on her body, and she could simply wash it off in a pool if she got too dirty.

Then she noted his necklace, which he seemed absorbed in. "It clearly has some meaning for you," she said softly. "A former lover? Family heirloom?"

"Ah, so you've mated. She must be wonderful to inspire such devotion." she ignored his anger and glid around the rock, meeting his eyes as she came around. "What's she like?"

If it were possible for dragons to blush, Émihlay would have. Instead she met his gaze. "I'm sorry I assumed. But what you describe is a beautiful thing. It warms me to see such love in the world." she smiled warmly, The tips of her fangs exposed in a way she had been told was cute, but which she was self-conscious about. "Is he a Ventus too? or another type?"

Émihlay smiled, feeling the warmth from the other dragon's thoughts. "I'm Émihlay," she said. "I'm a bit jealous too. It sounds as if you have a beautiful relationship. What may I call you?"

Émilay smiled and bowed in return. This Jago was amusing when he chose to be friendly. "Pleased to meet you," she said.