The idea of an identity crisis did not fair the Matriach of the Gilded Lily well. At the comment she found herself frowning slightly, and looking over at Delath also.

Truly, he was beautiful, she found, as the dusk light make him sparkle. For some, he might seem dull, but for her he was a diamond ready to be set into jewellry. Yes, he was gaudy, and his colours were not brilliant sapphires and raging rubies, but rather of the earth and full of murky depths. They sung instead of ground and strength, of boldness and greatness, letting the myriad of forest hues appear as one on his coat. His thick skin that should have been scales, but was more like the tough shell of a turtle, made his body a steady series of small ridges that perfectly rose and fell with the form of his body. Thick legs spoke of a power hidden that many knew not, and his heavy jaw hid within it a secret of jaws so strong that they could crush a diamond. Truly, with his long lithe tail spiralling around his body and his proud stance he was a prince amongst beasts, amongst dragons and she would never let anyone take the word away from him.

For even a dragon without wings and fire was still mighty.

"I think I might be a dragon rider," Philomel murmured, looking back to the other ladies.

Lillith looked intrigued as Ruby set down her cup of tea.

"I would agree with that statement," said the burnette, nodding slowly, "You have a dragon and you do ride him."

Philomel felt a warm smile come to her face as she thought about it. A dragon rider, her. It felt good to have others admit it, even if the thought had been in her head for some time. Even though he was not as some might imagine a beast of his legend, he still had the heart of one. And that was what mattered. That Lillith and Ruby saw it too made the faun hope that there was some form of future for her after all. That she was not just condemned to a life of being in command, that she had something other now than being the Matriarch of Althanas' primary feminist guild.

At least that was how she liked ot look at it.

Rolling back her shoulders she straightened and poured them all more tea with renewed vigour and purpose. She produced a small nod before raising the cup to her lips again and taking a long draught. This time, she found, the tea was stronger, more bitter. That may have been down to the fact it had brewed longer, or that it was indeed an entirely different type. Either way, she was delighted by the prospect that she had a promising start here, to whatever problem she actually had.

Ah, yes, the problem with her identity.

Suddenly a thought struck her. She gasped, the cup almost slipping from her hands, but her excelled speed grabbed it again and set it down before she could break anything.

"I know!" she declared, "We must go on an adventure! We must hunt something!"