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Jewel nodded as Karliah answered her questions willingly. She was glad to know more about the dragons, not just because she knew she'd be staying there for a good length of time, but also to fulfill her own curiosity. She was also pleased she had guessed right; there was little change in a dragon's eyes. And it was strange that only certain dragons could kill an enraged one. But, she supposed, it might be better that only a few were that strong; they were less likely to be questioned, less likely to get into some sort of argument. But, at the same time, what if the wrong person had that flame? She doubted it had ever happened; the dragons kept the peace for too long for that to have happened. There was always peace, as far as she knew, until the dragons managed to disappear. So clearly something had been done right.

And the explanation on the old ways that Tithender had brought up in the first place made all too much sense. Usually the red dragons were the ones with the unique fire, but Rhitarion was black, and he had it. That threw everything else out the window; it wasn't the color of the scales, then. But what gave them that power, then? Something had to, for them to be so different from the other dragons. Obviously, it ran through a certain bloodline; it was inherited. But why? She decided it must have something to do with the fact that that particular dragon was chosen as king.

Rhitarion hadn't mentioned much about his father, but he had once mentioned that his father had a powerful gift for seeing. So had he seen something, had he seen that Rhitarion would figure something out? That he would be able to do something to fix this whole mess? He must have, to have left something like that for him to figure out. But...how much did he see? He didn't see an elf helping him...did he? That would completely explain why Rhitarion had said he felt she was important. In which case, she was happy she would be able to help after all. But, if it's something different...why would Rhitarion had sensed she was important? She had too many questions; ones she might not even have the slightest idea about. Besides, she had wanted to talk about the dragon in general; she would save those questions for later. But...there was something she had to ask about one dragon in particular.

"...Why is it that Tithender is so against the humans and elves? He said something about us being nothing more than servants or slaves or something for dragons. Is that just something to do with him, or are there other dragons that think the same way?"