Saira was pleased with her efforts in the end, twisting around to face Delta properly now that she felt that she looked as elegant in the water as she did when she was in the air. She liked the way the fins blew in the water, lightly tugged along by the current and made a mental note to do this when she went diving from here on out. She eyed the long-feathered whiskers on the potentially-not-a-dragon creature's face, longer and even more feathery than Saira's own in her land=shape. Was there a reason for that? With the fins on her back, it felt like remaining upright was easier than it was before, requiring a lot less churning and consistent spinning to avoid floating away = now she was just using her tail and a bit of rippling from the sail-fin. Do the whiskers have a share in this new level of orientation?
"Frightening?" Saira inquired, a tad confused. Certainly she was proud of being intimidating - that meant she was finally building a reputation like her mother, right? - but even for all her boasting, Saira was at least a realistic dragoness. She was hardly big enough to other dragons to be intimidating - her horns were long and slender, rather than thick and curled and instead of pointed, defensive spines down her back, she had a series of fins that adjudged in the wind to aid her flight but that was it. Not exactly a 'battle-dragon' of any sort.
Admittedly, Saira could be a bit dense at times, assuming that everyone was always on the same page as her and sometimes missing obvious evidence. But even she was aware that a sea-dragon would likely not be afraid of her true form, small as it was and 'what's a dragon' indicated that this 'River Delta' was... probably not one.
...
What mother doesn't know will cause her no harm, Saira reasons to herself, even as she wordlessly returned to her much smaller, much fluffier form though absently shifting the finned-tail back into place as she leveled the other with something of a bemused look. She'd been aware that she'd flown fairly far as she sought out her first territory well and truly out of range of her mother's empire, too far to ask the wizened elder to help her easily but to have traveled so far as to find someone unfamiliar with their noble blood...
"...A dragon is a being of great nobility," she rumbled out, her forked emerald green tongue flitting out briefly. "We possess great magical potential - I've seen sea-dragons raise sea-storms and my mother rain fire from the sky. A proper dragon should only bring terror when provoked but I cannot say that's a staple of our kind, there are certain, uncouth sorts that would be more willing to wreak havoc unnecessarily."
She shook her head in open distaste for such beings.
"If you're asking... then perhaps you are not a sea-dragon?" Saira inquired, a bit disappointed. Looks like it would be a while longer before she befriended one.