Reunion?!

Oriana had decades of experience hunting. She knew how to not be noticed, even with her bulk, by her prey until it was too late. She soared above the clearing, scanning the herd for the fattest deer to take.
With her prey of choice in sight, she diced like a missile towards it. Then the deer scattered.

It was a last minute course correction, but Oriana managed to slam into one of the stragglers, just past the treeline, and break it's spine. It died more or less instantly. Not the one she wanted. Scrawnier, but it would have to do.
Her prey secured in her talons, Oriana cast her crimson eyes on the clearing, at the interloper who had spooked the herd.

He was a small Copper Dragon, barely higher than ten feet. His scales intrigued her though. Was he a child of the dragon Trent? He didn't smell entirely metallic.

Stalking forward, her tail swishing angrily, Oriana dragged the deer carcass into the clearing. Oriana was at least three times his size, and made herself even larger by opening up her wings. She settled down onto the grass and began to eat, watching the dragon youngling closely.
He looked disappointed in himself, and she couldn't blame him. Attacking prey from the ground was a stupid tactic when you were a creature as bulky at they.

When she had finished a portion of her meal, she cleaned up her muzzle a bit, the white stained a grisly red. "Youngling. Who taught you how to hunt? Your technique is, I would say abysmal, but that implies you even have a technique."

Oriana snorted a bit, but then softened a little bit more as the youngling explained himself. He couldn't remember if anyone had taught him? And he wasn't used to his draconic form? Had he lost his memory, or something to that effect? The questions swam in her mind for a moment, and she closed her eyes to formulate a response.
"Well, I am sorry to hear that, youngling. My advice would be to stick to the sky. A predator above is a predator less likely to be noticed."

A small pang of pity touched Oriana's heart, and she threw the remainder of her kill at the smaller dragon. She could always hunt again in an hour or so.
"Your scales are similar to ones I saw in my own home. Another plane of existence. The Copper Dragons are a noble breed, sharp of mind and strong climbers. Would you happen to be related to the Copper Dragon who goes by Trent?"

Crippled? Who would do such a barbaric thing to a dragon's wings? The hunters who attacked her clan came to mind immediately. She felt a pang of guilt for treating the youngling harshly. And of sympathy for the loss that he must have gone through.
"I apologize profusely. I had no idea about your wings. I can see now though, looking more closely. And you... do not know who did this to you?"

She pondered his statements about Trent and nodded. "He seems like a noble dragon. Impossibly large. I have asked him for help with a matter my clan is attending to. My name is Oriana Whitegold-Yskaandrar, current head of the Yskaandrar clan." She bowed her head in greeting to the youngling as she gave her title.

"But eat. You may have the rest of my kill, as an apology for speaking so harshly to you."

Oriana merely listened as the young dragon prattled on about this and that. He had no real sense of flow with his topics, and if she could have she would have offered him an amused smile.
"Thank you for the welcome, youngli- Theron. You are very well mannered, if talkative. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing."

Something he said though caught her off guard though. He mentioned elemental abilities. Plural. She had never really heard of dragons, especially metallic dragons, having more than one element.
"You have more than one element? How strange. Every dragon I have met thus far commands a single element. Even myself and my mate, as powerful as he was."