...all my flowers are dead

Humans, they all looked alike to her. Sure some had pointy ears and some were small, it wasn't like she couldn't see that there were differences, but as a dragon it had all looked the same to her. Fodder, food, beings of no consequence. Now one was speaking to her, and she had to pretend to look mildly interested, like she actually cared what the human had to say, the words that flowed out of his lips.

Warden Caius. She said in return, she mimicked his words simply because she wasn't sure what else to say in return. He hadn't asked a question, he'd simply spoken her name, was it supposed to have some hidden meaning. She was still getting used to a lot of the nuances of conversation, like how people were so obsessed with asking everyone how they were doing simply out of some act of politeness