Endymion smirked as he then began to pet the human with a paw. "Oh, technically, I am a storm dragon. I can use my mist to change the properties of overhead clouds, for instance. But there's so much more I feel my mist is capable of, that it only takes an active imagination and some practice and control to do much more with it. The key is, well, you've seen lightning during a thunderstorm, correct? The same power that goes into lightning also flows through my mist, only at a smaller scale. So, by controlling the way this... energy... is distributed, I can change the properties of the mist itself, and how it interacts with objects around me. In fact... by using my mist, I can instinctually 'feel' different objects surrounding me, just from the signals it sends me after interacting with the different things. However, the further away I try to reach with my mist, the less I can control it.... the less it comes back to interact with me. That is my power, though."
He lifted his head, looking around at his cave. "I feel I have a rather comfortable existence, and I wouldn't trade it for any other. I'm so lucky there's a human city nearby to help me build up my treasures. Pillaging and burning towns may be fun, but it's too dangerous and destructive. I have my own methods, far more safe, efficient, and reliable... hehe. When I feel like it, usually somewhat early in the morning, though this was a little too early today... I'll often go honor the city with my presence, descend upon the unsuspecting populace..." Endy grinned, sticking his tongue out a bit to the side of his mouth, pausing for dramatic effect, "... and steal away their children. Sometimes 2, 3, even 4 at a time. Oh, the look on those youngsters faces, when they find themselves in the clutches of a giant, vicious dragon..." He snickered, glancing at Ardeina to try to see her expression, while the mist around seemed to only swirl more and more violently, a little sticking to her skin, covering her in a thin film of silvery, glittery mist. "The parents, of course, will do anything to get their children back, safe and sound, so, later in the afternoon, I'll return and trade back their children for goods and treasure... hehe... Such a brilliant scheme, if I do say so myself..." He paused again, then spoke more softly to her, "Of course, the townsfolk probably would come after me with torches and pitchforks too, just like the red and black dragons... if it wasn't for the fact that when I return them, the children always seem to act all giddy and excited about their perilous torment as a dragon's hostage..." Endy didn't say why, but he glanced over at some of the toys and dolls laying on the ground within his cave, saying, "... I wonder why..."
The silver dragon didn't right away go on to answer her next questions. Instead, he just smiled widely, looking down toward her.