"Interesting," I began "You'd be suprised how similar of an upbringing we've had. My family was divided between warrior dragon, and a spellcaster. My father forbode me to practice magic, 'how are you to keep your hoard safe if you're spending all your time making complicated little scrolls?' Yet my mother gave me what little she could without him noticing, but eventually he found out." I paused for a moment, remembering something ages ago. "Afterwards, it had turned into a brutal feud between the two families, my father and mother having broken their bond, but I had taken advantage of the beginning of it to flee, becoming a rogue dragon, and learning much from a human wizard in the art of spellcasting. Of course, I used my magical strengths to enhance my physical abilities, that was before I became a master shapeshifter of course." I finished, wondering why I was telling this to her, it's not like she would care about what happened to an old handbag like me.