"You can use magic?" Colour Frisk equal parts intrigued, excited, envious, disturbed and concerned. Human mages put up the Barrier, but magic hasn't been known to humans where they're from for a thousand years. They asked Toriel for lessons, to feel like part of the family a little, and nothing the two of them tried awoke anything in them, no matter how hard they tried.

Frisk had spent the evening after she had told them that perhaps they should stop hidden in the dark underneath their bed, slowly and viciously ripping a piece of paper to bits.

They push the thought away and alight from their perch, circling him. "What does a true silver dragon look like?"