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From the shroud of gloom that overlapped every unlit crevasse, there were a crowd of beaming eyes that glared through. One in particular broke from the clutter of its friends as it stepped into the light. A bitter shrill slipped from its large maw, signifying a presence of hostility or dare towards the pair. Ralts watched the mighty little Bagon that stood before them proudly, neither finding the other to be intimidating nor' of a nuisance. Rather the attention wandered back towards Mei that calmly peered towards the essence of a dragon. Her crimson eyes regarded the thing with a particular gentleness— at the same time she seemed to have comprehended something. She stepped towards the young thing with as much bravery as it had mustered just to reveal itself. Obviously the dragon was seeking a challenge, yet it had chosen the wrong one to so adorably threaten. [break][break]

"That's no way to introduce yourself." the girl said, her voice velvety and kind. There was no meaning for harm as she lowered herself to the ground, kneeling just a bit closer to the Bagon. The still quiet companion watched from behind, keen with what may happen. "Little dragon, I swear I may have saw you in a dream. We were together you and I, in the great blue sky." the eyes narrowed, the mind reaching past the boundaries to voice itself more clearly. It's quite difficult not wanting to befriend a dragon, you know. Rather I'm astounded by your spirit, fluttering into the mind of the other pokémon, for a moment it was startled by the capability she held. The furrow in it's consistent look for being a grump allowed a shimmer of thrill to pass over the large optics. It came a bit closer before seating itself before her, the others still observing from afar. [break][break]

"Would you like to hear a song? I heard dragons like music." from where she had heard such a thing? Hesitating on the uncertainty of these often strange rises of information, Ralts came closer to the group and also sat herself down. The Bagon did not seem troubled by the other pokémon with so much of his consideration resting on the bizarre girl. "Alright then, both of you better listen well." gradually Mei begun to hum a lighthearted tune. The sound echoed against the cool walls and spread across the flowing stream. From afar perhaps, the other hidden dragons were listening closely to something they had never heard before. Or maybe they had. The Bagon was fascinated by what he had seen, as if he had never witnessed so before. As she granted an end to the nameless song, Ralts made a sound of protest as if there should have been more. Mei smiled, placing a hand on the top of her friend. [break][break]

"Another time," scarce laughter ended the comment, carefully reaching towards the youthful and new presence that still settled to the front. Her fingers traced the side of the Bagon's face, kneading it with a certain motherly exactness. She felt it from the side to the roughness of its skull, it had felt much different than she had presumed. Mei anticipated the jerk of discomfort in her gesture, opposite to her belief of the shy little dragons, it pressed itself firmly into her hand. Perhaps she had misinterpreted the creature when it had barely flinched in exposing itself to the two and unfamiliar faces of the cavern. "Do you have parents?" she questioned, but she already knew the answer. Bagon could not fully accept the meaning of her words unless spoken through mind. The tilt in the crown and the twinkle in his eyes signified the innocence of such. [break][break]

Does the dragon wish to fly? the inward voice was nearly enchanting, yet the one within the cup of her hand nodded furiously. Again it came a bit closer. Ralts made another noise— likely that of a apprehensive greeting towards the new friend. Whether or not they wished to come with them was up to the one in question. Would you like to come with us then? A dragon can only fly when it leaves the den, lost in the conflict of going or staying, it made an effort to look back at the friends that still remained hidden. Now that the little dragon had made the move of stepping into the open, opposed to the many that still remained in the safety of the darkness, the Bagon was unsure. It's dull expression faced the pondering pair with a thrill for what may have happened if he went with them. [break][break]

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