Sight-Seeing

Lyon would walk into the dungeon, her head tilting from left to right, her pitch black eyes taking in the stone walls and the torches lighting her way through a path of shadows and darkness. Of course, Lyon, what with her powers over the shadows and what not, needed not the light to carry on her way, and so she simply raised her hand and flicked her wrist, the flames extinguishing as the shadows would rise from the ground and cover said flames, snuffing them out completely. And then she would be left in a comfortable darkness, the chains on her shoes and her waist clanking as she would walk along, being able to see where she was going easily. But with as late as it was and with the place as deserted as it seemed, Lyon would be just about ready to turn around as her eyes peered around a corner, and she caught a glimpse of a large, red dragon sleeping in one of the larger rooms off the main path. Her eyes widening slightly, the sight would be a novelty to her as she had never seen a dragon up close like this before. As the dragon would lay sleeping, a bit of smoke would have been blown out it's nostrils, and it was all Lyon could do not to move closer and touch it. She didn't want to take up the sleeping creature for the simple fact that it would most likely be un-agreeable to her intruding on what it must assume was it's lair. Lyon identified with that, and so quietly, she turned on her heel, the only sound marking her exit of the dungeon was the metalic clanking of her chains as she walked.