Technically... not entirely. Where I come from, my people are called the Cetra. Ancients. Protectors of the Planet. Though... being the last one, all I can really do is grow flowers.

[Explaining who she was came easier now, since there was no real reason to hide it.

Currently she was home, sat in her living room, and with a twist she kicked up her feet up onto the sofa and curled herself into the corner with the magi-device held balanced on her knee. Aerith smiled.]

A dragon? I've met many kinds of people but never a dragon! That's amazing. Do you have wings or fly with magic?