[ Armed and cocky was perhaps the most accurate of observations to be made; fair enough it would be to say that that was as complicated as it got most days (most, but not all). ]

It does. [ A rise of her brow, and that subtle arrogance persists in the tilt to her head and the wry twist of her mouth, overshadowed only by growing interest (pervading questions, and a lure of potential knowledge). But for that, she must humble her pride. ] Though a different sort. Ones that are more eager to fight than talk.

[ A part of her hates how she has to crane her neck up to look to him; each time a dragon is met the reminder is there. How she is bound to a body that would never see the world as only a dovah can. When she speaks, her tone is tinted with a slight sort of envy. ] What have you seen, up from that sky of theirs?