RP:Mitth meets Riotka

You watching the dragon return to the nest, they exchanged glares until the Frost Dragon looked away. Immediately after the soft crunching of snow was heard from a few yards behind him. Riotka turned as he walked backwards now, the large blue tinted Crystal Dragon shifts forms as he nears where the winds and snow begin to pick up again. Reverting to his human form his cloak flapping in the wing as he peers threw the snowy winds. "It's not often I find visitors in my hunting grounds." You told Mitth, "about going here. but i guess you did." You oocly changes wing to wind.

Mitth remains leaning against the half-uprooted tree for whatever shielding it provided, occasionaly losing a few frost-tinged feathers to the relentless winds. Brushing flailing amber locks from her eyes, she looks up toward the voice. "This is your territory? I didn't know; I-I'm sorry." Whether the stuttering came from fear or the cold, she couldn't tell, having only numbness tug at her thoughts. She did know that saurians could be rather dangerous with provoked.... "I was only following a fox, who seemed to have disappear around here. I-I'll leave, if you want me to...." Her head bows rather apologetically.

You walking towards the shuttering woman. "You know, you should really be more careful out here, many hunters find themselves prey in these parts." motioning her to move away from the tree she stood by. "Dragons don't mind visitors once in a while, it's when they stay too long..." At this point she had stepped far enough from the tree that within an instant Riotka changed forms again. Suddenly the Crystalline Dragon loomed over the log his chest in full plume. His toothy maw snapped open and an incinerating hot white light poured forth for just an instant at the log. The side facing Riotka couldn't help but burst into flame. Without breaking stride he shifted back masterfully. Walking back a few steps picking a leather strap out of the snow he walked to the fire and threw a half eaten corpse on the log. "Are you hungry?", he said without looking away from the fire he warmed himself with now.

Mitth had hesitantly stepped away from the tree, reluctant about losing cover. His words echoed grimly in her thoughts as she tried to assess whatever plans he might've had. When he changed forms, she was almost certain she was dragon food. When she saw the gleaming teeth in his opening muzzle, she less-than-gracefully dove behind the tangle of roots and was bracing for the attack by the time the tree's trunk caught fire. When nothing came--no bellowing, no cage of teeth about her, she looked back just in time to catch his question. Pink embarrassment crept into her cheeks as she tried to regain composure, moving back to her prior position. "Oh, ah..." Her azure gaze shifted to the mangled body now roasting on the makeshift campfire. "...it's okay. The fire's just wonderful, thank you." Her head dips gratefully, eager to turn her gaze from the unfortunate body.

You stabs his rather large blade into the ground. The sword stands tall glimmering in the fire's light.Riotka moves to make his back face the sword as he neared the fire. Sitting in front of it he leans his back on flat part of the blade. Holding his hands up to the fire warming them for a moment before rubbing them together. "I'm Master Riotka, and who might you be young traveler?" glancing over at her as she slowly neared the fire. "You have no need to fear me, My code of honer forbids me to take action to those that have no given me reason." as he spoke he nods the the special forces ring on his finger. He then push the corpse a bit further into the fire.

Mitth 's hair falls over her eyes as she bows rather formally, respectfully. "It's an honor to make your acquaintance, Master Riotka," her voice rings in melodious tones, telling of her feathered ancestors. "I'm Mitth, just Mitth." She slowly nods at his assurance, still somewhat cautious taking a seat nearby. The log hearth's flames cast her wings in shades of red--vivid vermillion when the blazes reach for the stars, and subdued crimson when their ambition cools. She quietly watches him prod the roasting carcass, vaguely curious about its origins. "It must get pretty lonely out here...." she softly says when silence begins to descend, gaze grazing the glistening flurries eternally dancing to the wind. "Pretty too."

You gazes in the fire. Its image dancing in his unblinking eyes. The smells of cooked flesh start to rise. " Being alone isn't that bad, sure, the beast may test you body and the cold may test you spirit, but having the strength to endure alone takes strength of the mind." Riotka grabbed a hold of a slightly charred foot. Jerking suddenly he ripped it off. Biting into the hot steaming meat he tore a chuck from the side. Offering to the woman in an extended hand has he began to chew on the leg in his mouth.

Mitth neatly tucks in her wings, reducing the surface area exposed to the bitter wind--the same wind that would've been her warm companion on long glides across the prairie, and wraps her arms around her bent knees. The blazes appear to highlight her profile, her turned head, as she listens attentively. Her eyes glitter murky aquamarine with consideration of his words, then mild cerulean in agreement with his sense, and finally bright blue in esteem at his wisdom. "I've never thought of it that way...." Sure, she had been plenty alone, but she had always cast it as being exiled, never as an opportunity for the mind. The corpse's dismemberment evokes her own visions of savage talons tearing into still wriggling prey; she wards the images away with ingrained dogma on refined conduct--the same deep-rooted etiquette that wills her to accept his offer. Head dipped, she thanks him before daintily (or trying to be as such) biting into the warm meat.

You bites into the meat, savagely tearing a sliver off, throwing his head back tossing the meat further in his mouth. For a moment he thinks to himself that he might be scaring this woman by eating like a Dragon in this human form. Pushing the thought to the side in his head as he watches her take her first bites of the meat after mulling his words over in her head. The wind blew harshly and the fire reacted, swaying with each gust. "Opportunity comes in many forms, especially in the wilderness." pausing to nod at the carcass. "Are you being attacked or are you being feed?" chuckling to himself. Cutting into the meat with his bladed wrist band he placed two more slabs of meat between to the two. The meat nearly charred. "I must ask do you often wander the frozen wild lands all alone?"

You turning to the new comer, "Hello, May we help you?"

Mitth , before the intrusion, had averted her gaze from his devouring, reluctant to have images of her own past habits resurface mentally. Talons, blood, and tearing would go against what her avian society had deemed appropriate and refined, against years of childhood training. Although, prey was prey, they all had to eat. Every time the battering wind picks up, her face turns from the gust, almost like a songbird burrowing into its feathery breast against the morning chill. She warily keeps the groping flames in her peripheral vision, lest they venture too far and...well, feathers are highly flammable. A small smile had crossed her face at his jest, widening into a grateful grin at his considerate gesture. Now, turning back to her friend--at least, she considered him so--she replies, "Not here, necessarily.... But everywhere in general, yes." What she meant was that she seldom liked wintry temperature, thus not coming here often, but being alone was common. Words, especially in conversation, didn't come so easily to her. Still at a bit of unease, she glances back at the 'visitor.'

Mitth blinks, returning Riotka's look, before staring at the third standing so still. Perhaps he meant to sneak up on them, but in plain sight...? If draconians were cold-blooded, she tried to rationalize, perhaps the icy temperatures froze him? Several other hypotheses darted across her mind as she simply looked at the third.

You eyes the strange for a bit longer. Then turns back to his new friend. "So the thrill of exploration? Or simply nothing better to do?" he head canted to the side. He reflected on the awkwardness of he questioning. Dragons never were not most social of creatures. "I'm here to test my sword against some of these beast out here. So far a rare challenge to the skill of my blade is to be found here. I tend to stay in one area only for a short period of time. To master something is to have as simple skill that works anywhere at a moments notice." Mitth , called back from the land of theory by her friend's words, takes a bit for the questions to register. The whipping wind threatening to wisk their words off didn't help. "The latter, I think," she states, gaze sinking with some remembered occasion. "I can't say I enjoy getting lost much." An abashed grin creeps across her face, tinting her cheeks slightly pink in embarrassment. "I'm glad to see the beasts aren't _too_ challenging here." She smiles, noting how healthy he looks. His last statement brings an old fable from memory: one fox boasting to another on his bag of tricks, but when danger actually assults them, the former flakes out, unable to choose its method of escape. The latter, with but one tried, true, and simple method, gets away. She mentally debates whether to relay the story, uncertain if he'd find it interesting or relevant. Socializing was difficult for her, despite society's emphasis, as she had done little of it. In the end, she meekly tells the story, for lack of other things to say and to keep awkward silence at bay.

You chews on the meat as he listens to her story. "I like that story, and it's important not to boast too much, you never know who may be around the bend...." Looking around again for signs of that stranger again. Seeing none he continued on. "A sharp weapon is always the most effective tool. " , leaving the implied meaning of tool, to be read as 'sword, body mind or spirit',but that was kind of the point. Taking another bite he turned to the east,"You know, the way back out is that way if so happen you wanted to leave this icy place."

Mitth considers his advice, imprinting those sage words in her mind for future use, may it be passing them on to others or in her own life. "But...some boasting is necessary?" She certainly didn't think constant self-effacement, which was her tendency, could be a good thing. To his mention of sharpness, she first thought he referred only to weapons, hence her slight confusion at first, but then realized the mind and others too can be keen. Total agreement shone in her eyes, which gave way to surprise when he pointed the way out. She had been so sure the exit lay somewhere west; no wonder she had gone in circles. "Oh, ah, all right. Thank you!" Another thankful dip of her head comes. As eager as she was to feel the sun's warmth once more, she refrained from leaping for joy. The fire was warm enough, either way, and she rather enjoyed his company.

You nods, "There is nothing wrong with knowing you do something well. Choosing to believe that you are capable of something is required for growth. Conceding to defeat before you try is never wise in my opinion." pulling the last bit of well done meat from the dwindling fire. He put some in a bag and tosses it to the woman. "So what is it that you do then? By your clothing i'd guess a healer of some sort."