Rosemary preferred a nocturnal existence; night air tended to stay cooler and less humid than the day, and less people wandering around meant she rarely dealt with her social anxiety during these late hours. However, she noticed Clan's resident dragon often stayed active in the night as well, despite how she knew he liked to mingle with the rest of the crew in daylight hours. Usually, she managed to avoid him with her stealth skills (and that he likely wasn't on guard around the territory), but tonight she felt like socializing. The feeling was rare enough for her that she almost didn't recognize it.

Noticing the large beast bristle as she approached, she hesitated, her paws stopping dead in her tracks as she considered turning around and going back to the temple to get more work done instead. As he relaxed and she heard his (possible?) greeting, she let out an exhale she hadn't quite realized she'd held in. To say that the male behemoth unsettled her was an understatement - she felt uneasy by his presence. Rosemary never liked strange men, even under ideal conditions, and having a powerful male beast around... this made her wary.

"I tend to live a more nocturnal life than the rest of the crew," Rosemary stated with a small nod, walking closer to the water's shoreline to take a seat in the sand. She found it difficult to even think of how to talk to him; conversation usually felt somewhat awkward to her, but this time she felt quite sure that it was a mistake to approach the dragon. Still, she knew how irrational this was, and it frustrated the witch that she couldn't just push through her trepidations. "Why are you still awake?" she asked, finally, deciding she was curious about that and supposing he shouldn't mind her returning his own question to him.