After feeling so much at a disadvantage, Fatima was seized with an overwhelming desire to touch the dragon. Because it meant touching a dragon. It was an experience she decided she needed. Not just for the 'cool factor' of it--although that was motivation enough--but to add the experience to her toolkit.

Undoubtedly, that was just another measure she wanted to take to avoid the 'kiddie table,' but she wouldn't admit it.

She moved forward slowly and carefully, following Chandra's instructions and remaining in the dragon's line of sight. Or what seemed like its line of sight, anyway. She held her hands up, palms out. "Any way to find out if it has a name?" she asked, figuring that was the sort of question you might ask people like this.