[Flayme]

"Hmmm?" Han glanced to Reva rather lazily. He was feeling rather smug about having this new arrival in Avalon. He was indeed glorious, and at first glance Kage looked as if he perhaps belonged in Valhalla. If his stature said anything about his his personality, then perhaps he would be persistent and cunning enough to persuade Ceral or Nym, the two seemingly reluctant dragons to relent and put out. He knew that they were still holding out for some elegant forest hybrids, but this could be promising as well.

"I really don't know where he comes from, but it was quite the ordeal bringing him here I'm told. The crew this morning seemed quite worn out." He glanced to the dragon, pointing out the bindings on him. "I doubt he'll stay tied for long... He is supposed to be a rather strong creature..." Han nodded thoughtfully. Yes, he was quite excited about Kage. "We may have to stock a few more 'friends' for him in Avalon if he proves to thrive."

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"I'll eat anything." Nym said honestly, and then stood up, watching as Ivan wandered off. He glanced to Ceral and then Ky again. "Anything we can catch really..." Nym knew that he wasn't going to be getting the food he was accustomed to here. He knew he'd been pampered at home. He'd been given all sorts of things, sweets, breads, cooked and cured meats, all things that a wild dragon probably wouldn't normally... Maybe in the vastly ancient days when dragons shifted form and lived amongst humans and other creatures freely... But not now. Besides, he had eaten raw game before. It hadn't been his entire diet, but a good part of it all the same.

Taking a few steps back, Nym shifted. It was the first time in a while that he had fully shifted, well besides his usual habit of transforming at night. He hadn't even been able to do that in a few days though, having been dragged around and transported for a few nights in a row. It was refreshing to be in his other form again, even if he usually preferred his human guise. He was instantly aware however, that he didn't quite blend in with the enclosure's lush, green surroundings. Feathers and his ever familiar horns, long neck... He looked rather like a snowy owl that had been crossed with a basilisk... Or something of that nature. Either way, his grey and white color scheme didn't offer the best of cover.

Spreading his wings once and then pinning them onto his back again, Nym sat down, deciding to wait until he got further instruction. He felt lie he was suddenly getting ahead of himself. "I figure I'll quicker like this than on two feet-" He spoke. "Just direct me."