Saira was calling it now - this would be the most out of body experience she would have for a while after this. She wondered if she should apologize for apparently unnerving him with her closeness - she didn't remember sea-dragons disliking company but it could be true for this specific one. She herself had never seen the ocean with her own eyes but her mother had described it to her - as a massive and vast expanse that stretched farther than the eye could see, as if it was swallowing the world itself. The ocean's vastness was the reason dragons have wings her mother had explained because land-bound creatures would never be able to swim that distance. And so Saira was forced to assume that dragons that lived in such a massive, endless expanse of space must not be used to encountering others alike itself. From the sounds of it, Saira would probably never even bumped into Delta if the ocean was as massive as her mother claimed and she was sure it was because Ezhra never lied.
"How do you mean like the wolves?" Saira inquired because that could mean many things. She'd only encountered the two as of late - a young one that had been pretty fun and an older one that had been... strange, to put it simply. They'd smelled different, sounded different too but would Delta have smelled a wolf to be referring to that? She was further confused by his mentioning of the stones he was sheltering in - why would she want him to come out if he liked it there? Sure, Saira wouldn't want to be cramped like that - she could practically feel her muscles cringing at the idea of shoving her entire mass into those crevices, scraping and pinching through her fur - but she supposed a sea-dragon could do as he liked. And if 'what he liked' meant floating weirdly in the rocks, then who was she to criticize how he spent his time?
I'll remind him of this if he brings up something strange about me.
"I suppose I did ask first so it's only proper if I show off first," Saira conceded graciously. She'd honestly forgotten that she was supposed to play a game of skirting around her true form away from her mother - she promised herself to remember next time but it had been so long since she'd met another dragon in whisker to whisker and the skirting was for non-dragons anyway, so what did it matter?
Her fur immediately flattened into her body, hardening into the sleek, warm scales as the heat in her chest pulsed with magic. Her fur dissolved around her into a golden and russet dust as she snorted another nostril-full of bubbles into the current before remembering to breath with her water-lungs again. Saira shook her massive head a little bit again, gilded horns cutting easily through the water as she twisted to return her gaze to the contained sea-dragon. Steam rose from her body very briefly, the heat from her transformation evaporating a bit of the water that came in contact with warm scales before they cooled off once more. She was a tad less surprised by the follow-up question than Delta might've expected her to be - she remembered her mother's own warnings about approaching much larger. unrelated dragons who could be potentially uncouth and embarrassing in their behavior.
"I don't eat what speaks to me," Saira declared, lowing her tone to compensate for their large body that deepened their voice."Mother says it's improper and shows cowardice."