Seh'lvah had spent ages talking to Veraxitoc about the issues of modern dragons, and how they were bitter between species because of the Dragon Rider Wars. He had lived through it apparently. And he had only just woken up! He was scarily old. And he didn't think like most dragons from then did. He was different. Like her, he wanted peace, and equality.
So between them, they had agreed to try and start a colony. The Colony. The Colony, the group they hoped all dragons would come to live under one day. To make their lives better, not worse. To improve the fragile relationship with the Human Nations, who thought they were monsters.
She had found this beautiful valley in the Terrin Mountains, with caves and grass, and livestock, and everything. A perfect place for dragons. They could live peacefully. It would be nice when it was up and going. Dragons could socialise here, and talk, and be friendly. Hell, maybe the boy of her dreams would meet her here. Give her a first kiss under the moonlit valley. Mate in the cool shade of the caves. Settle down with kids. She would never need to go back to her own colony.
In absent daydream she sat, kissing the air, her eyes shut, whispering things in dragon whispers. Of course anyone who walked by would hear her. But she didn't know the daydream was putting her in that position, she was just there, in her personal heaven.