It's just a question... [ Malia mutters under her breath, casting an uncertain at the girl. A little dramatic, isn't she? She blinks at the tug on her horns, pondering why someone would if they already know they're truly attached.

Then the spin, wings spreading out, her own eyes growing wide, mouth agape. She's silent for a few seconds. ]

Wait, dragons aren't...royal -- regal, that means royal, doesn't it? [ Are you playing with fire, Malia? Can this type of dragon breathe fire?! ] Those are...whoa. [ She steps ahead a couple of paces, blinking as she goes. ] I've never seen anything like that before. This, you were born like this? You're really...a dragon. [ She's stuck on her own perception of dragons, still, but she lives in a world with kitsune, wendigos, and every sort of werecreature, so she can adapt. ]