"Oh, of course." He thought she wanted to purchase a mount or a familiar–no, a pet. Familiars were creatures bound to one by magic, obligated to serve the master. Pets on the other hand were the opposite. Cats were a special exception however; even if they were familiars they didn't always follow directions for the wildest reasons ranging from wanting a snack to simply deciding they didn't want to. He himself wasn't interested in buying a pet, mostly because he didn't think he was a suitable person to own one. The most experience he had was keeping a carnivorous plant in his bedroom named Aubrey who ate any insects and spiders that wandered in. You never knew if a rival family member was using them to spy on you or poison you in your sleep. Unfortunately Aubrey was teleported to an unknown location during a duel between houses and that was the last time he saw it. 

Following Vinsue, he saw her pass by several dragon whelps of various breeds and types. Cymbel watched them while keeping his fingers away from potentially hungry mouths. He had never seen a dragon up close. There were the fey drakes that lived in the forests, but they were closer related to pixies and sprites than actual dragons. When he saw Vinsue near a fully-grown one, he looked up overwhelmed by it's size. Dragons were an incredibly rare sight, particularly adult ones. They were so rare that even the temperamental ladies of the court couldn't get their hands on a hatchling as their latest trophy pet to show off. They were also dangerous, with their strength and ability to spew magic from their breath. The fey weren't known for their physical prowess and preferred using deception and trickery to solve situations. Thus naturally being in the same space with an apex predator would make anyone self-conscious. 

It was obvious he did not speak the tongue nor was he ok with being near the dragons. It was a bit disappointing she would need to keep her ability a secret from him. "svanoa tepohaic wer naktar coanwor krarir wux?" she asked the dragon. "Jaci tepohaic naktada ve natorki vur fed shar si nurti itrewic ekess ocuir wer svanti, vur nurti itrewic ekess klae sia abilities." was his response. which saddened her for she had been free for years yet he will be stuck here tell his elf master dies, and elves live a long time unlike humans. "si geou duulo wux ir di theses keari." She said and looked at Cymbel. "You look uneasy near the hatchlings. I promise they will not bite hard enough to draw the blood." she said then looked around. "The shopkeeper has left and will not be back for a day or two so i guess we need to leave." She than petted a blue dragon on the head and left the stables. the truth was she wanted to see if her old friend had been freed or if he was still her and see how the fey would act near them. it would be a whole lot easier to cross the desert in her true form but her new friend looks like he would faint if she did.

"Oh… I see. Though it would be rude to tease them so when they expect food. I doubt the keeper of the stables would like people bothering the creatures if they aren't thinking of owning them. I've been bitten a few times before." He had learned the hard way not to tease pets, especially near their mouths. A few times when he had left Aubrey unfed for more than a day it would become a bit too snap-happy at anything that came too close to its mouth. There was also that time when he was feeding a baby rock tortoise and it clamped down on his finger and refused to let go. He remembered having to put his hand with the reptile in an icebox until it fell asleep and loosened its grip. Rock tortoises were ornery creatures, and Cymbel always thought their faces were in a perpetual scowl.  

When Vinsue left the stables he followed after. "Are you sure about acting as my guide through the Harena desert? If it inconveniences you, I can wait for a caravan planning to cross." He still felt bad about what happened the night before at the festival, and wasn't sure how she'd react if he tried to change his appearance again.

she just smiled at his reasons for not touching the dragons. it was quit funny. She had bit only when she was real small and losing teeth but it never drawn the blood. She was slapped for it and never did it synce. But she was bitten by one older than her when she was little. he did not like that she ate his bird but he got over it once he knew a bit about her. She shook the thought as she stepped out.

She turned and looked at him as he asked if he was an inconvenience.  "Your no inconvenience. the older dragon will pass on the message to my friend and I am going that way. Besides you'll give me someone to talk to." she readjusted her hood and walked to one of the places that had water and filled her water skin. She had saw who she wanted and was glad the owner was not around. "And caravans are the worst choice for often they will try to sell you if you're not careful and you would be a slave if you're lucky or in one of the arenas if you're not." She spoke from experience of not her but a few people she had freed. 

"So ready to go or still need to do some stuff?" she asked as she put the lid on her container.

Cymbel kept Vinsue's warning in mind, and started thinking of what disguise to use when they entered Arri. The fey were not known for having the best reputation, for obvious reasons. Calling them sadists and hedonists wasn't much of an insult to be fair, quite the understatement. "I'm ready to leave when you are." He discreetly used a glamour spell to make his ears appear slightly more pinnate under his hood. If he didn't want to use a complete illusion, he could pass himself off as a half-elf. With his canteen full and supplies packed, he hoped the trip would be a quick one. 

"good let's go." she said then started walking. the gates were rather easy to get out compared to the trouble of getting in. Getting to the edge of the woods she stopped. "So what did you think of the scalies." She said filling the heat and then starting into the sunny desert. waiting tell dark would be an better option but she prefered the heat and her companion needed help across. 

The golden sand and sun was quite welcoming to her and she dropped her hood. She immediately started to soak in some of the heat. it was hard to keep her trew form from rising to the surface to bask in the sun but she managed. 

"Small and adorable, also very lively. They looked healthy to me, though I don't know much about dragons." He pulled his hood around his face as they left the comforting coolness of the forest. He remembered the experience of coming here, and he still didn't look forward towards going through it again. At least if he fainted he wouldn't be alone and without help. The desire to soak his hood in water was tempting, but he needed to conserve it as much as possible. When he had enough money, he would ride an airship the next time he wanted to come to Endapano. As they walked further he was glad he had decided to use such a simple glamour spell. Using a disguise that required more effort would only drain his energy faster, and he wanted to arrive at a safe place before sundown. From what he saw, Vinsue liked reptiles–especially dragons in particular. She was an interesting one, but then again he was the one who had owned a biting plant.

"You seem to be quite fond of reptiles. Any particular reason why?" He hoped he wasn't being rude; he was simply curious.

So he did like them. she thought as he spoke and covered his face more to hide from the sun. she thought about his question and how much she could answer without lying. "Well, it's a long story that only those who saw it would believe." course then again she was talking to a fey in a world known for magic. "Promise not to freak if I tell you, and that you will not tell a living soul" She knew that fay were to keep their promises and if he promised than she would be safe to tell her secret. 

She knew they were in a desert where no one would see her if she turned and that the man needed her help so he would be less likely to attack and if he wanted to she could simply fly off or over power him, Right? She thought as she waited his reply.  

"Well I've seen my share of strange things, so I wouldn't mind." When Vinsue asked him to keep a secret he placed his hand over his heart. "I promise. These lips are sealed." He even made a motion across his mouth to emphasize the point. He wasn't the type to spill another's secrets to others. Gossip was one of his least favorite things, having lived in an environment where people wielded rumors like daggers. Betraying a person's trust was unfair, and unkind. He wondered what was this secret which she was being so furtive about. Was it something very personal, or embarrassing? Try as he might, Cymbel couldn't guess.

many people think that they have sean stranger but most are quite surprised to see her true form. despite what he said about not minding she still felt he would be quite surprised.

He made the promise so she felt safe. "Well i'm not human." she said as she dropped the canteen, took a few steps away from him and transformed. It took half a minute to fully transform back to her full true form. She stood at 12 foot tall with her wings folded. "This is what I truly am. and it had been over a hundred years since I had been to that festival." Her shadow darkened the lower scales to look grayish thow it was apparent her Scales where a pure white.