Willow felt her heart sink - a strange feeling. She could have mistaken it for hunger if she weren't paying attention. It must be horrible, to never be able to fly, she thought as she looked over Dragon's rather wingless body before she shook her head gently.

"The tunnels leading in here are particularly algid, yes," she said, thoughtfully.

"I am sorry you cannot fly, Dragon." She looked out to the misty swamp, too, with a sigh. She jerked a little once Dragon talked again.

"Live... everywhere? I suppose you could say that, but you could also say I live nowhere. I imagine this place is good for you, especially with Aquarian protecting you. Do you have friends, other allies, other than Aquarian?"

Dragon thought, briefly. Then he huffed softly again, a gurgling hiss, as he gathered the names in his mind.

"My brothers, Ghanyarah and Baratheon. Ghanyarah lives here, in the marsh. I don't know where Baratheon lives. There is a black crow named Eve. A boar--he is mine," Dragon added rather nonsensically, but with an almost protective tone, "named Bog. A bat. Tal'at. He's blind, but he can see."

He thought, briefly.

"We will protect and aid one another. Who are your friends?" he asked, matter-of-factly.

@Willow