She nodded. She knew how that felt. To be judged because of what you were rather than how you actually acted. The feud between humans and dragons had gone on for a while before the humans began hunting them. There were unusual deaths happening that the humans were convinced was the dragons doing. No one actually figured out which species was doing the killings, but the mystical races knew it wasn't the dragons. The humans always judged the mystical races as dangerous, but they targeted the dragons specifically in doing this, which is why there is always more of a chance of an elf showing up than a dragon. It's thought to be impossible for another dragon to be around. Which is why Zel is such a rare anomaly.
“I know it hurts, that the humans think so low of you, without reason. And I'm sorry I can't do anything about it. I know you want to see the outside world, but we can't let you go out unless we physically know that some sort of change in circumstances has happened. Like if there is a dragon sighting and we can confirm it, then we'll help you go and investigate, but for the time being, that risk is too dangerous. And I get that you want to know why you're here, but you also can't do that if you go out and are caught or killed. I really am sorry, I know how hard it must be for you.” She gave her a sympathetic look, her eyes studying her face and her unique features.
Upon hearing that she would be down soon, and that the conversation had come to a close, she nodded and turned to go grab Arya, whom she shared a room with. She walked down the hallway and glanced in. It was a fairly big room and was split into halves. One side was for her and the other was for Arya. She studied her half. Her bedspread had a canopy that surrounded it, made to look like vines with flowers woven in. Her comforter was a soft green with wildflowers all over it. There was a rug that was green and made to look like soft grass and she had white fairy lights strung up on the walls. She had a dresser that was sturdy wood and had pictures of her, Arya, and Zel through the years. Then she had a vanity that also doubled as a desk if she wanted to draw or something else. Her vanity was also a soft green and had flowers painted on it, that she had done herself. She smiled and looked towards Arya.
She looked quite comfortable lying on the bed, and seemed to be deep in thought at the moment. She was playing with a string on the cover. She smiled and studied her for a moment, then began speaking. “Hey. Arya. Dinners ready. I made spaghetti. It's downstairs of you want to come get some.” She said as she glanced behind her down the hall to see if Zel had come out yet.
