"There really aren't dragons in Novrandt. At least not ones like they have here. What would black even be?" But Gaia won't question that her scales are gray instead of black, with a hue toward blue. Maybe it is because they're young.

"I...--metal what?" The sudden jump to unusual words and a hesitation suggests she might not be talking to Sephiroth. Especially the scowl, the press of a hand to her temple and finally shaking of her head that follows. "...It's gone again." She doesn't sound happy. her dragon tried to tell her something but the connection faded.

She eases back when Sephiroth jiggles the bucket and favors him with a reproachful look.

"Well, probably best to lid it anyway. You wouldn't want to risk disposing of it here in the forest. The fae might take it badly."

...To say the least.

"....I wonder if magic could neutralize it?" She leans back over. "Not that I know that particular method."