Saira nodded understandingly at the clarification - okay, that was a question that made sense, although it made her want to re-evaluate how old she estimated this cat to be. How old were sea-dragons when they were taught about shifting? He seemed completely new to the concept... or... perhaps he was the sort of dragon who never ventured beyond his home range? Mother had explained to her the existence of those sorts of dragons, who lived in massive, luxurious territories so flush with resources that there was never any concern about spreading out. Hatchlings could stay with their birth-flights their entire lives in that way, never worrying about over-consumption or too much competition. Pity filled her for this sea-dragon, for Delta - she could see now why her mother had insisted on sending her out. She couldn't imagine being so new and unlearned about the world around her.
"I have never tried to manifest fins, only changing my land-lungs to water lungs but yours are nice looking," Saira told the sea-dragon, spinning almost absently in time with the current allowing her to roll passively. It would take too much work to constantly swim against the current, not to mention it would be kicking up the sand and silt, even risking tearing out plants which would be bad for the beautiful little pool so although it may look a bit silly, it was the best solution to prevent floating away while they conversed. "What sort of fins do you think would fit me? I find myself particularly fond of those flow-y ones you find on the colorful fish and-"
He hissed.
He Hissed
Indignation swelled in her chest, emerald green eyes immediately flaring with distaste.
"How incredibly rude of you," Saira snapped, doing her best to imitate her mother's own stern tone. "I thought you appeared strange myself but I didn't hiss at your form! I was even of the mind to call your fins handsome but you- are all sea-dragons like this? I wasn't asking to be your mate, nor was I showing off for your benefit - I thought this was a simple exchange of forms, I am quite beautiful I think and I expect an apology for your behavior."
She huffed in agitation and promptly refused to speak a word to him until he uttered the mentioned apology. Instead, the dragoness focused on adding fins to her long, slender form. A thin, nearly see-through but iridescent membrane that was gold like her horns along her back like a sail maybe? And spines like she'd seen on the sea-dragons she'd encountered before to hold it - oh! And webbing between her claws to add - but should they be golden or green like her eyes?