Finding herself the subject of his attention, Nari's mouth curled into a pleased smile, though she didn't look up at him as she concentrated on maintaining the little ring. At his question, she did glance over at him, seeing his extended hand, and that amused her enough to laugh. It reminded her squarely of how inquisitive wizards could be, but this time, she didn't mind being asked. She had, after all, decided to share.
“You may,” the dragon said with theatrical magnanimousness. Nari extended a hand, palm up, letting the water ring float above it. It spun delicately, cool and slow moving, like water dribbling over the stones of a small fountain. When Dalton touched it, it would continue to spin, but slowly start engulfing his fingers and hand. In a little burst of mischief, Nari sent a tendril up his wrist, threatening to worm it under the cuff of his sleeve.