[Time is almost meaningless for an immortal as well, the hour passing in the blink of an eye. Memories of Isora, of afternoons spent sunbathing, and an encounter with a sarcastic colleague. She's in no hurry, and she's not at all concerned with the dragon's own difficulties with mortal time.
Though, when Xzana begins to shift, she slips out of her reverie a few moments later.]
It's nice, isn't it?
[Not at all bothered that they'd just spent an hour doing...nothing.]
[Action]
Though, when Xzana begins to shift, she slips out of her reverie a few moments later.]
It's nice, isn't it?
[Not at all bothered that they'd just spent an hour doing...nothing.]