Katia sighed at the thought of leaving her home behind, but as she thought about the girl's reasoning more deeply she began to understand why leaving for a safer place would best. She nodded her head in agreement, whether or not the girl could even see Katia didn't care. She merely held onto the dragon tight and looked below, the cotton clouds slowly moving past with each breeze from the dragon's wings, every cloud looking quite akin to a strolling sheep in a pure white field.
Her silence was broken as the girl offered answers to Katia's evergrowing curiosity. Finally, her questions could be potentially answered. Though Katia had so many questions she wanted to ask, picking a few was more than just difficult, a full five minutes went past until Katia settled on just one question, the simplest question of all.
"Who are you? I'm mean, who are you truly? I know you're not the little girl you claim to be, everything you said suggests otherwise, and yourself in general? I'm sorry but... you're way too mature to be [b that] young."