"You seem quite capable." A deep voice spoke from high up in the nearby tree. Looking up would reveal a miniature dragon with diamond like scales and icy blue eyes. Its' size was clearly comparable to that of a small domestic cat. "I do not often cross the paths of those with such great magical prowess." The dragon spoke again, eyes glinting mischievously. (I miss writing with you, but Miraak is being ridiculously stubborn. So here, have a pseudodragon. *flops*)
Emerald eyes narrowed, snapping upward in an attempt to locate the source of the sudden and unfamiliar voice. Slender fingers already clenched at her side, air crackling around her fist as magical energy began to build, her gilded staff brandished in defense at her other side. It took several seconds for the priestess to locate the creature behind the voice, having expected to find some sort of man or mer, not the odd creature that she found instead.
It appeared, for all intents and purposes, to be a dragon, just a very very...small one. Small enough that Ea's initial reaction was to question whether it was actually a dov at all, and not some species of daedra from one of the dozen planes of Oblivion.
"Nor do I oft' cross paths with intelligent creatures of your...stature." She responded evenly, continuing to eye the beast with a wary curiosity. "Who, or what, are you?"