"I'm fairly sure the center of the floor here was some kind of sundial, once," the dragoness responded, evidently delighted to be able to answer a question for a change. "If you look up you can see the ceiling used to be far more open- I think there was some kind of collapse, and the jungle has rather overtaken it since then."
She rolled her shoulders in a small shrug, then remembered she had a passenger and froze, squeaking, "Oh, sorry!" She cleared her throat and added sheepishly, "I'm afraid all I know about this place is that it was once a temple. There are carvings, tablets, a few remnants of some ancient scrolls, but in almost a century that's all I've managed to translate from them."
She paused, then added slowly, "I think...my kind- our kind, I suppose- used to flock here in much greater numbers. I've seen paintings, carvings, and there used to be more open places in the temple where one could enter from the air."
She fluttered her wings in another shrug. "I just sort of...found this place after my Papa died. I've been here ever since."