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Her discomfort saddened him, yet he was satisfied that she was frightened. The conflicting emotions warred within him as he decided how much to tell the girl. Her backwards odyssey didn't go unnoticed. He moved forwards slowly, slowly. Each movement was exaggerated to show he meant no harm, each claw turned palm up to show he was unarmed. "I'm searching for something my Mo-- ... I'm searching for something on a hunch." He winced at his near blunder. He still didn't know how dangerous this thing was even without its horde. It could be bluffing for all he knew.

However, it seemed sincere, either through honor or terror, when it asked if it could help him. Skepticism was a skill taught to him through a hard hatchlinghood no matter how rude. He knew it would prove invaluable in this quest, though...

He had no other leads. The fire was told to lead him to truth.

He sighed and shut his emerald eyes, tail drooped with grief. "I'm here looking for something my Mother sent me to find," he confided softly, "She came all the way from the Spirit World in a dream. The "Scroll of Creation." I won't tell you what for, or why, because I do not yet know myself. However, this was the first and last thing she told me. 'Find the fire to seek the truth.'" Grief-ridden tears sparkled behind the ivory faceplate before he quickly swiped at them in fury. He was weak before the creature, it would be able to tell and strike him down. Nyxmel replaced his stern countenance and waited for the human's move.