((Hey, sorry it took so long for me to respond, I couldn't think of anything to say, for a while anyways :3))

Nyzaennath wades deeper and lowers his head underwater to watch Nixi swim, the clear membranes over his eyes give them a slightly cloudy appearance. Definitely not an elf. He thinks, watching her for a while before realizing that there was plenty of fish floating at the surface and he eats his fill before beckoning Nixi out of the water with his tail. "Here we are, eating fish by a river, and we don't even know each other's names." He says, his eyes curious but friendly. "I know you are not an elf, and I know you really, really, don't want to talk about it so I won't pry, much, but I would like to know." He sort-of studders, stopping for a moment so he could think. Great, what do I say now? I can't say I know how it feels because I really don't... He sighs internally. As if this conversation weren't awkward enough.

(It's okay. I didn't mean to make it hard to write back. I've been trying to make sure I leave enough open so you can respond.)

The sharp points of her teeth flash, as she lets out a faint growl masked in a sigh. "I am and elf!" Still half covered in the murky water and the rest of her tucked away in her inky hair Nixi hopes her shifted form stays just as it is, out of sight. She can feel her skin longing to join, the faint tug of the webbing forming more and more and knows she should get out now but it's been too long since she's been in the water.

Grabbing up a lifeless fish from beside her Nixi rips into the scales to expose raw meat. She's hungry. It's been over twelve hours that she's even had anything to eat and she isn't about to let some judgmental dragon stop her.
Leaving two perfect rows of bite marks in the body she chews happily on her mouth full leaving smears of blood on her lips and cheeks. "It's Nixi." said around her food it doesn't come out the clearest so she swallows and tries again. "I'm Nixi, the elf-blood. I hail from the shoreside to the East of this place. Near where the rivers meet the ocean. What else do you want to know about me Beast?"

(I really hope others start posting and replying soon. I love reading other events as they happen so I can get a better feel for the others I might get to rp with as time goes on!)

((Give me a bit Lopai, I'm very dead on mus right now))

((That's ok, I sometimes have issues when I try writing to much at once. So it's not your fault.))

The large green dragon fidgets awkwardly, well it doesn't really look like a fight due to his size, it looks like more of a wiggle maybe. He racks his mind for things to say, but comes up dry. Gah, I never was good at this stupid sharing feelings stuff. "Nothing, for now." He gazes at her curiously, wait a minute, are those fins? No, they can't be, the water must be playing tricks on my eyes. "My name Nyzaennath, my mother is Raerakvaara, my father is Nyxaevk and I have a sister named Thraekaaruna." And that's my life story, he says to himself, nothing exciting at all, except for you know, the fact that my family is famous.

((If Nixi remembers anything about history class she'll know that his parents helped to stop the war.))

Nixi blinks at him once, then a second and third time before her lips peel back in a blood stained scaly grin. "So that explains the ego and self titled air of greatness." Even in her small patch of the world they had tales of the war, learning more about it while she was here had helped but all the same the respect she had for anyone willing to lay their life down to end a rein of violence was high. But it was still something to be earned, not passed down via blood line. Nixi felt that everyone had the right to greatness, even something like herself.

"So tell me Nath- how heavy weighs the crown upon your skull to bare such history?" She couldn't help but tease the beast before her as she finished indulging herself with her fishy kill leaving nothing but bones sinking to the waters bottom.

((I'm going to go do a little update to his character sheet))

Nyzaennath rolls his eyes, the scarlet irises catching the dimming sunlight. "The crown does not weigh much to be honest. My father has about as much common sense as a flea and my mother is, well, my mother." He looks down at Nixi. "People are constantly expecting me to be this great noble person." Nyzaennath snorts exasperatedly. "But they have my sister to do that so I don't know why people even try." He takes one deep sigh, shaking his head as if to clear his mind. "But it doesn't matter." The dragon says, exiting the river and shaking the water from his scales. He drags himself up onto the sand and spreads his wings, letting the sun warm and dry him. Mother never cared about me. He tells himself sadly. It was always about Her, Thraekaaruna, the most beautiful daughter in the universe, nobody cared about Nyzaennath, the useless twin brother. He can feel the water welling up in his eyes and he closes them, but a single tear, tiny as a dewdrop and glittering like starlight escapes, rolling down the side of his face and onto the warm gravely sand.

Watching him leave Nixi forces down her sudden rage. Even with the sight of his tears, that the beast fought to hide Nixi couldn't feel sorry for him. To have a family to insult, to have loved ones to be burdened by must be the least painful thing she could think of.

Fearful of seeming heartless she waded her way to the shore staying some what out of sight as she skin dried back to it's normal shapes and forms until she could slip into what little clothes she bothered with in the first place. "They can't have your sister for it all Beast. Else you wouldn't have been had." Her Fingers worked at recuffing her blade as she came around to stand right in front of the beast's face locking eyes with him. "You are as important to this life as the fish we've just had. Everything, everyone has a role no greater or smaller than anyone else around them. You have only yourself to answer to in the end Beast, will you be happy with the corse you've made?" Her homeland was not that of kindness, of very little welcome to the likes of her. Nixi was use to knowing the cold off casts of others but having built her own life up she'd learned one thing that when alone the greatest faults are those you can find. Other's words can't hurt you if your own are the worst you hear. Maybe it was time she started showing this Beast before just how hard life could really be- how cold others could truly treat you.

"You claim to want to know about me? Then let me show you-"

How. How could one so small be filled with so much wisdom? Nyzaennath lifts his head slightly and gives a silent nod, affirming that he wanted to hear her story and showing the first sign of respect the dragon had ever given her. He curls over onto one side, offering an inviting place to sit, just under his beautifully patterned wing, in the shades of the most lush forests and thick seaweed.

Eyeing the wing spread out before her Nixi grinned a full flash of all her teeth. Double rows of bright white and overly sharp teeth flashed at the beast before she turned back to the water, and dove in. Her clothes drifted around her almost wisp-like as she willed her skin to morph and web. Her fingers itched and tugged as a thin membrane sprung up between each finger and netted from between her legs until at last she was as fully changed as she'd ever been before.

Surfacing again she let her hair cover around her face to hide as much as she could from seeing the beast's reaction. "My name is OceanMist Nightswimmer. Nixi, what I said before is true- but the truth is I'm a halfbreed. Born to an elf from merfolk and left on the shore to survive amongst the waves."