On the ground, Altair froze. Her legs refused to move, and her eyes couldn't look away. The massive dragon in front of her stood as tall as the mountain behind, almost a kilometer tall and several kilometers long. Even if she were in her draconic form, he'll be able to swallow her with a single bite.
But unlike Gaia, who attacked, she could feel something else in her bones. Arad was still asleep, or at least didn't fully wake up. His gaze, while sharp and heavy, was that of inspection and not of malice. She had never felt such a painful and uncomfortable gaze thrown at her, but at least knew what to do.
She slowly moved back, shifted to her dragonic form, and started moving away from Gaia. Arad recognized her as one of his kind, so he wouldn't attack, and his attention had shifted to her. She has to keep his eyes away from Gaia until he wakes up.
