Theron SkyFire

Esme's breath caught in her throat as Wise, or rather Theron, stared into her eyes. For whatever reason she could not look away, it was as though he was locked in a trance.

He was assessing her, using his dragon senses to probe every part of her and determine if she was a threat to him.

'Is this how it feels like to be in the presence of a dragon?'

Both times she had encountered dragons at close range, they had always cloaked their presence, and now she knew why.

Theron watched her for a while longer before speaking.

"You are not a dragon… half-elf? Sorry, I don't seem to—"

He suddenly paused and his eyes turned sharp, then Daphne suddenly burst into the room, pushing Esme behind her.

Aofie and Freya arrived a second later.

The shadows in the room began to swirl, moving towards Daphne and forming a makeshift wall of tendrils.

"What happened?" Daphne asked, but Esme's eyes were still locked on Theron.

Thwack!