A whirl of green comes fluidly out of the shards, as you look, you are certain, some power must have had left over pieces of green dragons and decided not to waste a one. Her silver sage green head bounces up as she hears the chatter of the gallery. She snorts, then in an act of defiance, she turns her back to the gallery, showing off even more of the colors of green that is her hide, Her tiny head moves to look at the robed ones, are they laughing at her?