Her anger melted into deep seeded anguish and she moved away, "Of course he would tell you why I'm here..." She muttered, looking away, "Did you know your father...?" She asked weakly, "Was he kind...?"
Her face contorted more in sorrow, "I'm so sorry..." She whispered, "My mother..." She stopped and bit her lip hard, "My mother was ripped apart by dragons...because she wouldn't tell them where I was...so they could kill me..."
She moved inside with him and moved to the mess hall. As she passed one gentleman, he turned and smacked her ass, "Good to see ya, Lun!" He chuckled and Lunette whirled on him, punching him hard in the face and sending him backwards, "Hi, Clyde."
The torch light seemed to make her glow, outlining her curves beautifully. The scales of her tail shined and looked well managed and smooth. She was...beautiful.