Arad looked at the shadow drakaina for a few seconds, thinking about what Doma told him. She is like Lydia, which means having an indomitable will and the personality of an explosive landmine. Step on her the wrong way, and she'll explode in your face.
"Why are you naked?" Arad asked as he tilted his head, and the drakaina looked a bit confused. "I'll ask you the same thing. Why are you wearing clothes? We dragons never wear them. Nothing best our scales."
Eris approached from behind him and glared at the drakaina, "She can use my clothes for now. I wouldn't want her running around with those things flinging around."
The drakaina looked at Eris with a smile. All she could see was a dark silhouette of shadows and magic, rumbling, purple draconic magic. "Now, where did she come from? Such a powerful shadow."
