An+interesting+conversation+with+Silvermane+and+Magda

Wren walked through the inn where most of the diplomats were staying. Even the lobby was lavish and beautiful with thick carpets and overstuffed chairs. A wall of books to choose from, and a cozy fireplace. Large vases of colorful flowers were on the tables, and beautiful landscape paintings of Lyrabar were on the walls.

Wren walked with elven grace and authority as though she belonged here... no one asked her who she was or where she was going. She walked to the room where Silvermane and Magda were supposed to be staying, taking a quick moment to pause and relax to herself before knocking on the door. She held a pretty plate loaded with fine elven chocolates, Rawlinswood blackberries, and a few various pastries from the Sokolov bakery. It was wrapped in sheer white silk and tied with pretty white ribbons.

"Just....a moment...." Wren heard a muffled voice from behind the door, then some...feminine laughter. A moment later the silver haired sorcerer opened up the door. His hair was frankly, a mess, and his robe looked a little unkempt. He smiled when he saw Wren, and breathed what appeared to be a sigh of relief. "Please come in Miss Dreamspinner.."

He opened the door and she saw Magdalena sitting innocently over by the window, leaning back on a chair and reading a book. "What can I help you with today? Oh! Are those...for me?" His eyes lit up happily.

Wren looked back and forth between the two and smiled up at Silvermane and nodded, blushing a little, "Yes... I just wanted to come by and say thank you... and I wasn't sure how long you two were staying in Lyrabar..." she placed the wrapped plate into his open hands, "I wasn't sure what you'd like, so there's a bit of an assortment... but I didn't mean to interrupt your personal time together." She looked at each of them a little apologetically, and edged herself a little closer to the door.

"I'm sure you're very busy... so I won’t keep you... but you risked so much to help us... I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate it... I know it isn't much... but thank you, for everything," She smiled up at him warmly, her eyes filled with admiration and gratitude.

The silver haired sorcerer laughed, taking the plate from her hand. "Nonsense! You’re not bothering us at all, is she dear?" He handed the plate to his wife who carried it over to the table to set it down.

"No...not at all!" Magda said, plopping one of the treats into her mouth. "Please do...come in..."

Silvermane ushered her in to the room "We're staying on a bit longer...some private negotiations with some of the other delegates, and some social events coming up fairly soon. A few weddings I believe. My wife loves weddings..."

Magda smiled, and Wren thought she felt the temperature in the room rise a few degrees. Surely it was just her imagination.

"Now surely...you had some other...reason to visit perhaps?" Silvermane smiled, his violet eyes knowing.

Wren smiled warmly at them both, letting him usher her into the room with just a little hesitancy, "Oh! That's great news! I'm glad you two will be staying for a bit. There's nothing quite like a pretty wedding..." Wren nodded, "I've only been to one myself, but it was more eventful than I could have ever imagined... I hope the ones you attend are just... a little less adventurous." She smiled and nodded again.

"Well..." Wren blushed up at the charming mage, "I am concerned about my mother... and I do have some questions about magic that you could maybe help me with if you have time... I don't know if you've had much of a chance to speak with Argent lately, but she's just so full of information about dragons... and I just love them! Completely fascinated by them! I did get to see one once! ...though he was a bit cranky. but there was this secret cavern... that Inali and I went into." She took a breath, realizing she was talking to fast, and gestured toward the fox at her side, "It was really incredible to see! but... in the cavern we found a spell. …A higher than my skill kind of spell, but I did cast it once. If you have dragon scales..." she gently touched the carved white scales around her neck, "the spell will transform you into a dragon."

"Unfortunately I was even less experienced with magic when I casted it, than I am now... and it was kind of a disaster... I was trying to save a friend... and I didn't know how to fly then... so I used the spell that I had been trying to learn... well he had this magic sword... he didn't know it was me... the sword didn't really hurt me... I only got the lightest of scratches... but... I lost control of the spell, turned back into me... and we fell... so it wasn't one of my shiniest of moments." she smiled a little sheepishly, blushing a light pink.

"I've been keeping it all very quiet... Inali and Kale, the person I was trying to save... I think you met him briefly at the temple with the paintings... And I recently talked to Argent about it a little bit, but other than that, no one knows about the spell or that I casted it... but... she told me that there could be horrible things to go wrong... like I wouldn't be able to fly or walk... or that I might take on the mind of the dragon I transformed into and she said that white are ... dumb as box of rocks.... so she's scared me enough not to go playing with it... and thankfully none of that happened before... but...she said you might know more about the spell... and..."

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">She paused for a moment, considering it, and then glanced back up at him, "there was one effect... it went away quickly... so I don't think it's anything to worry about... but... the scratch... it grew white scales... only for a moment!! ...and then they went away... but it was pretty scary then... I haven't told anyone about it... only Inali knew... and now you two..." she looked back and forth between them again, suddenly looking puzzled, "you know... what is it about you two that makes me so... open? It's almost like... I'm standing by a spiritual bonfire."

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">She looked back and forth between the two as though trying to decide which one it was or the combination of the two of them... he made her feel so comfortable... trusting and safe... and she made her feel warm... impassioned and impulsive... she decided it was the combination that was so difficult to resist... who are these two?

<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"A spiritual bonfire...that's very romantic....I think..." Magdalena said, slipping an arm around the waist of the silver haired man and nestled against him. Again Wren felt warm. "It's the bond we share...I think....love and passion are very powerful things...and very obvious to the perceptive."

<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Silvermane smiled, but blushed faintly at Magda's intimacy in front of the elven woman. "That is an...interesting tale Miss Dreamspinner. And Argent was right...there are many dangers in casting magic more powerful than your will...and body...can handle. Especially ones that transform one's body. And the dragon form spell...you…well...I mean no disrespect...but shouldn't be able to cast that at all...unless.."

<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">The sorcerer took her gently by the shoulders and peered deeply into her eyes...his violet eyes...just for a moment...taking on a more...draconic appearance. "Ah...yes...faint...but there. Draconic blood. How very interesting...I know of your mother so not from her. How well...do you know your father?"

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Wren smiled warmly at Magda and nodded, "and the aura that comes from the two of you together is certainly powerful... in fact I think it's even stronger the closer you are to each other..." Wren laughed softly and removed the light wispy cloak from her shoulders, dropping it into her pack.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Wren looked into his draconic violet eyes, lost for a moment, //he has the most entrancing, beautiful eyes... wait, did they just look like dragon eyes?...// her thoughts were interrupted with the sound of his voice, and she blinked at him a little wide-eyed.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"I... don't really... I only met him once as a small child. I... I have a little dragon blood in me? Really?" she blinked at him again, speaking out loud almost more to herself, "Maybe that's why I find them so fascinating..." <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">She shook her head and tried to rein her thoughts back in, "I know that my mother still sees him from time to time, and he sends me presents... but I don't really know him at all. I know his name is Luminaas... ummm.... Thalmyr Luminaas. He's a merchant... or so I thought..."

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"but how did you see it? ... was that a spell? ...or..." Wren looked him over and everything flooded in, //the light magic aura disguising his powerful magic, the comforting presence, and Argent... they're somehow related, but kept it a secret as to how... the wisdom beyond her years… and she almost called him a good boy… and she has so much knowledge about dragons…// the young witch stared at him for a moment with wide, wondering eyes.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">She blinked, blushing, not really sure how long she had stared at him, “umm... can you tell… what kind of dragon blood is inside me?”