The drakaina's tilted head slowly glared up, spotting Arad's torso as he glared down at them menacingly. She couldn't sense his magic, as if he was a mere ghost. She could remember his words; he did say she could call him for help if she wanted. He had clearly stated that won't stay on her land as a freeloader and would help defend it. But dragons are proud; she would rather die than get another dragon to help her. But even so, the result of such interactions between dragons is obvious. He's either after her or her hoard, and getting him involved would only cost her pride.
"Be gone ghost. I rather die than bear the burn and shame of calling upon your help." She mumbled.
As Arad's eyes shifted away from the male toward her, she started to feel a slither of his magic. Her mind came to realize, that she never saw him in a half-dragon form, so her draconic brain showing her his image as a last suggestion to survive didn't make sense.
What will happen to the drakaina?