[ She's just relishing the attention, and it translates into even more grace and dignity in her motions than usual. She can't help that she's putting on a show here, it just happens. Khisanth comes to a stop about ten feet from Snape, neck arched, pearly white claws neatly alined, and wings half spread. She knows exactly the elegant picture that presents, and she knows exactly how beautiful she looks just now. ]

Yes, it seems quite a few worlds harbor that kind of dragon. Mute and dumb. It's unfortunate, really. [ A proud toss of her head. ] As you might guess, we're quite the superior species in my world.