The large shadow, that could have initially been mistaken for just a particularly big boulder, stirred with a growl, unravelling itself into clear shapes of wings, tail and head. The silver on the scales, although darkened, still glistened in sunlight coming through the hole in the cave's ceiling, as the great dragon flexed stretching herself. It has been a long slumber, interrupted only to snack on a goat and not much else. Not since Alysanne died, how long ago was it? Time seems to have stopped in this cave...

And then her attention was turned to you.

Who are you?

Silverwing, the great dragon, let out a curious but warning rumble, as she tilted her head to look at you, you, brave or foolish enough to invade her 'bedchambers', disturb her rest.

What do you want?

You know the stories, Silverwing wouldn't eat you on sight, but it doesn't mean she won't at all if you manage to piss her off. The dragon seems calm for now, but weary.