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Ben lands in front of him, shaking off the nerves of flying and craning his neck up to make himself seem more dignified. "Ben. My name is Ben."

Teragargax hisses and shakes his head. "That's a terrible, filthy human name. You are beyond such things, my dear. You must be a proud dragon! Your name should be something that will be feared by the mortals and admired by dragons of all kinds. In the base human tongue, my name is "the power in the trees.' Some dragons name themselves after their achievements. Others are named for their appearance or the power of their mighty breath."

Ben looks down at his hand, looking at the dark silvery body. "My breath...?" He then tilts his head back, thinking of the stories of dragons he has heard. Reaching deep within himself, he blows out a considerable wreathe of flame, the glowing blue membrane under his scales lighting up in the night sky along with the blue flame that lights up the night.

Admiring that sight as it dissipates into the darkness, Ben smiles, and says. "It's the most beautiful sight I have ever seen," he says, staring in wonder as the light disappears around them.

"Then, perhaps," Teragargax says, with a deep nod, "your name should match your silver scales and your beauty. Might I suggest... 'Sylvari."?

"Sylvari... yeah. I like it!" he says. But... don't I look cool, not beautiful?"

"It is a beautiful name for a beautiful dragon," Teragargax says, stepping up to Sylvari, his tail hooking around his. The silvery dragon jumps at that and turns to look at Teragargax with a confused look. "Let me show you my lair. You can stay there. It'll be a good home for you."

"Uh... t-thanks." Sylvari says, following Teragargax as the dragon leads him along into the darkness of the forest below. This area is much more deep, much darker than any forest he had passed through, yet his dragon eyes allow him to see all. Soon, they find their way to a dark cave. And there, through many passages and turns, is a treasure trove the likes of which Sylvarihad never seen.

Books pile up in stacks all over the place, while a large and glittering pile of gold reflects the cool blue light of Sylvari's body.

"Beautiful, is it not?" He asks, peering in from over Sylvari's shoulder. Teragargax chuckles breathily against his ear, and the new dragon shudders. "Y-yeah."

"I've spent so many long centuries building the perfect bed of gold," Teragargax says, climbing up upon it, his claw sweeping aside enough gold to feed a whole village for a lifetime before he picks up a small device, a scepter of sorts, designed to be held by human hands. It is naught but a toothpick in his might. "And this... is my most prized possession. The staff of the dragon constellation."

"W... what's that?" Sylvari says, crawling up along the bed of gold. What would have been a difficult and painful task for a human felt now like the softest mattress he could ever imagine. His eyes focus on the staff.

Teragargax lifts up the jewel, Sylvari's jewel, and places it inside a hollow at the head of the staff. "It's what will lead me to the perfect mate and mother of my children. The staff foretold the arrival of the stone and the coming of the perfect dragoness..." He lifts it up, the blue stone glowing.

Sylvari feels his own blue bits glowing as he stares at it. Such beauty he had never seen before, but soon he blinks and looks to Teragargax. "Wait... did you say... Dragoness?"

Teragargax nods and slides down on the massive pile just a bit. His tail swipes up between Sylvari's legs now, pressing up between and up against a slit, an action that makes the dragoness gasp and reach down there. "That's right... I guess you're not used to your new form, but you are so beautiful, my dear. The most beautiful dragoness to ever grace these mountains."

Sylvari pulls the dragon's tail away, claws fumbling down between legs, looking for a sign-any sign. Fingers find the slit, pushing through, feeling no sign of Ben's manhood. She gasps as she feels her fingers exploring and pulls out, scurrying back on the gold, trying to get away from the dragon, from the hoard, from herself.

Teragargax rolls his eyes and lifts the staff up. Soon, her body glows in response to the staff, and a wave of calm and joy washes over her. Was he really a good man back when she was human? She smiles and lays down upon the gold, sighing as she enjoys its exfoliating contours rub up along her underbelly.

"See, that doesn't seem so bad, does it?" Teragargax says, walking along the gold bed all along her, his tail brushing up and down along her back. "A dragoness like you may be higher than any creature on the planet, but you are still here to serve your husband's needs..."

"H... husband...?" she asks, her voice lost in a dreamy, hazy state.

"Mmm, indeed," Teragargax says. "And father of your children. That shall be your legacy. You may outlive your human progeny, but the chicks you shall lay will continue both of our legacies for generations upon generations. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"

Deep inside her mind, Sylvariscreams, but she only stirs for a bit and looks up to him with fluttering eyes. "It sounds... wonderful..."

Teragargax chuckles as he crawls up from below, looming over her. "Now, then, I will help you have that wonderful feeling, by giving to you the mighty rod of a truly powerful dragon." He lowers himself, his chest over her back, pinning her wings down. His mouth moves to her throat, letting out a hot breath as he growls. "Oh yes, you will be a wonderful mate, a true queen..."

He pushes his hips forward, his draconic protrusion pushing up between her legs. It is at that point that Sylvari's eyes snap wide open. She struggles under his weight, dislodging coins in an avalanche of clawing clambering. Her tail swishes from under him, striking him in the side, and knocking him off from on top of her. The rod clatters to the floor, leaving Teragargax stunned, not from the physical trauma, but by her gumption and might.