That earns a whirring little snicker, as Yesfir settles down on the roof, folding her wings fastidiously. "On second thought, I think I like you, Legolas. And you're far too pretty to set on fire. I'm Yesfir."

Luvander gently tries to choke down a laugh because really, 'sense and caution' is taking it a bit far, and is only true if you compare her to utterly cracked dragons, like Erdeni and Havemercy. "And I'm Luvander. We both hail from Thremedon, Volstov, although I imagine that those names mean about as much to you as Mirkwood does to me. I'm guessing that you are a new arrival?"