Rihtarion opened his eyes upon hearing something tearing through the forest. His golden globes scanned through the forest, attempting to catch a glimpse of whatever was heading his way. It didn't take too long for him to see a young looking female running his way. He chose to remain sitting, merely watching as the girl approached him. He noted that she was of Human descent as she got closer to him. It was at that exact moment that the girl must have realized that he was no Human. To her..he was an Elf. The enemy. He had to refrain from smiling as the girl went to the ground. Rihtarion remained sitting, merely regarding the young Human that was now on the ground. The girl wasted almost no time, pulling a knife out and pointing it towards the Dragon.
"Who are you?!" the Human asked. The Dragon merely titled his head to the side, regarding the girl closely. He remained silent for what could have seemed like ages but was only mere seconds. A small smile graced his handsome face. He made no move to defend himself, knowing that if she chose to attack he could be out of the way before she could ever reach him. "Do you always threaten strangers?" he asked, holding the girl's gaze.
The Dragon wondered if the girl thought he appeared strange or if she'd even taken the chance to truly study him. Rihtarion had been traveling for some time and as a result, the Dragon's
clothing was becoming quite worn. Rihtarion had chosen long ago to dress in the colors of the Elves. At the time it had made sense to him. In the beginning, he'd spent all of his time amongst the fair race. As time had worn on, though, he'd began remaining in the wilds. He'd discovered over time that being with the Elves made him long for Ialeos. The great stone city was reachable only by the Dragons. It had been built upon the tallest peak of the Ondoquen Mountain range by Rihtarion's ancestors. It was a city that no Elf nor Human had ever seen. In the days before the Dragons' disappearance, when it was called for, the winged beasts would always travel to their subjects. When he was young, Rihtarion had not understood this. Now, being much older, he'd began to understand. To allow the lesser races into their city would allow for them to gain the knowledge needed to attack the great city if they so chose to. It was something that none of the Dragons wanted to allow..
Rihtarion pushed these thoughts from his mind. He needed to concentrate on the problem at hand. His golden eyes found the Human's. He could see the fear almost as if it was rolling off of her in waves. It almost broke his heart to think of the hatred that had only been growing between the Humans and the Elves. He offered up another smile for the girl. "I am Rihtarion, M'lady. Might I ask whom you are? I cannot imagine during these terrible times that your family would take kindly to you wondering so far away from your home." he said. He could not understand why he'd given up his real name. Normally, anytime that he was asked he'd give a fake name. He knew that the chances of anyone recognizing his true name was very rare. Yet he'd always preferred to be cautious. Why, then, would he give his true name to this Human? Rihtarion had no answer. "I'm sorry if I startled you. I was merely resting. I've been traveling for some time and had no idea that any would venture this far into the forest." The Dragon regarded the Human with an air of superiority. At the moment, Rihtarion wanted to just turn back time. He should never have stopped here..so close to the Elves and Humans. What was done..was done, though. The Dragon finally decided to speak once again. He held up his hands as if trying to tell the girl that he meant no harm towards her. He hoped that perhaps the girl would relax somewhat and at least lower her weapon. He didn't want to have to hurt her.