Noah's face filled with amusement as he watched the interaction between the blonde woman before him, and the pinkish dragon at her side. It was amazing how such a creature could respond to a person. He had never seen anything like it, and it intrigued him. Thankfully, he did not have to ask. the woman gave him the information freely. He nodded, smiling still, but asked, "Who is Frey?" He had not heard the name before, and wondered if that was the woman's mother.
At her apology, Noah shrugged, "No need to apologize. I should be the one apologizing, jumping to conclusions and all." He smiled, a genuine, warm smile. "I am Noah, by the way." It faded, and was replaced quickly, by a quizzical look. She wanted him to...pet the dragon? His brows furrowed some. "Uh, sure. I guess....only if he wants me to." Noah said.
He extended a hand toward the dragon, but as he did so hissed suddenly as a sharp, cold pain seared down his back. He action of reaching forward pulled his saltwater soaked shirt tight to his body. He felt the sting of salt touching a wound. Lifting his arms and trying to look at his back, he noticed the off-colored red-orange of blood on wet cloth, just over his right kidney area. "Oh, I must have done that on the rock..." He muttered, lifting the shirt from the wound, letting loose a hissing "ah" sound, lightly under his breath.
Phoebe
