The halls that once was quiet started to thrum with the sound of strings, a warm tone that stirred the very shadows of the hall themselves, dragons started to form from the shadows, they were lung shaped in appearance and started to move around and brush up against the bare legs of their creator like kittens.

Stella: "Mhmmm~♪ ♫"

Stella had a bright smile on her face as the girl happily strummed Howling Wyrm's strings as well as enjoying the affection of her creations, her blue eyes big and bright, all of the sudden changed for a moment to a deep purple as her voice became deeper

Old Man: "Don't spoil them so much Kid, they are created from our power they're not pets to be allowed to rub up against ya"

The white haired girl giggled as she gave the dragon head on her guitar a pat, those large eyes turning back to their crystal blues.

Stella: "You worry to much Old Man, i can pace myself, i have my lord after all so i will be fine, besides you always told me before i needed to train~"

Stella's voice rang out like a cute melody and as she spoke Stella stood up still holding Howling Wyrm tightly, her long white hair flowed down her petite figure and revealing gothic dress that showed a lot of her legs and didn't hide her panties do to it's none existent front hem