( What he goes on to describe sends an icy chill creeping down her spine, tendrils of it sinking deep into her bones. Surely, his brother must has exaggerated.

It takes a long moment for her to reciprocate the courtesy, and place her device away from herself; and clasp her hands tightly in her lap. )

It does sound fantastical. Were you not an honest man, I would be inclined to dismiss that possibility outright. But—you have been. And I hatched my dragons from petrified stone.

( She considers, carefully; this brother is someone she knows not well, nor cares for particularly at all. )

I see. ( She inhales deeply, tightening the grasp she has on her hands. ) And so you tell me I may have faced them when I finally returned home?

If dragons can exist, then I suppose so might these abominations. Let us hope none of their number survived the storm.