[She stands very still as the dragon flies up towards her. The way it moves is almost intoxicating. She doesn't know how he's doing it, but it looks fun. And still that familiar nag at the edges of her thoughts lingers...]

Here's a tip: modesty is lame. Don't ruin something cool by acting like it's no big deal.

[But that comment about wicked things? That actually earns you a little smirk!]

Anyone up at this hour has to be up to no good.

[She remains standing because sitting on the grass is so not something she's interested in right now.]

So what's your story?