After a moment she sits up and seems to have dropped the worries of what she'd just spoken of. "Alrighty, so I'm guessing I still distracted you from making a plan?"

Anyone could tell if they saw someones hair go on fire, teeth get sharper, eyes change and hecking if they turned to a semi-nightmare punk!

"Not entirely. You told me about the underbelly of a dragon."

Right, which wouldn't be very good

She does a finger gun. "Bingo. Now, are ya' gonna let him expose it?" She asks, trying to be motivational even though she might suck at it.

Not at all. So he needed to learn to control it without harming himself or others.

"I'll try not to, but..." It might be difficult.

He did, and it might take some time

"But..." She coaxed, wanting to hear the rest. She kept fiddling with her hair, swirling it around one finger and then huffing as it knotted on her finger.

Quite some time, but at least he had the best to help him. Puck.

"You and Fatespeaker," he muttered

Yup. And so far, despite not being patient he's not done too bad

"Ah yes, the icey. Yeah, Jason named her after an actual Nightflare, or at least he thought she was a Nightflare. The Dark Mistress can shape shift a bit."

True, hard core true.

"The Dark Mistress? Are we still talking about the same dragon?"

Good thing they would have some time.

She waves a hand in the air. "Fatespeaker is merely a replica of the form the Mistress took when Jason encountered her. Two different beings. You'll see, once you meet her."

A very good thing, time is quite nice to have when needed.

"Who is this 'Mistress'?"

But sometimes, it seems like it drags