While Tara enjoyed sampling the food, Tatsu sipped his wine and occasionally nibbled at the roll out of a sense of obligation. It was very good bread, of course, but he didn't eat as much as humans tended to - even if he was a dragon.
"It is hard to describe." He admitted about his magic. Which was true enough. "When I sense magic I can draw it into me, or it can draw me into it. Think of tendrils of magic, or threads, perhaps and when they meet they begin to intertwine and tangle together, but they are always able to pull apart. Earlier when you were playing, I felt the pull of those threads and was easily woven into them. They were a wonderful feeling. Not all magic is so pleasant to encounter."