Seferia followed behind Sephiroth, though she had no real motive to do such. For the most part, she had nothing better to do, so she felt that staying near to her mate was appropriate. Her eyes frequently roamed over his form as she studied it anew. Overall, the dragon approved of the shape that his body took.
Once Sephiroth spoke, she looked up at him before slowly nodding. “Well, yes. Any species has an interesting origin. However, I do say that the tales of Tiamat and dragons are the most fanciful. I cannot discern which are myth and with are reality, sadly. There are some who believe that I am a direct descendant of Tiamat, though that makes as little since as any. Tiamat has been sealed or dead for millions of years by the time I was born..”