Maea
Beware the darkness of dragons,
Beware the stalker of dreams,
Beware the stalker of dreams,
A pale eye, milky white and without a clear pupil, turned upon the girl at the protest. Following her path to snatch up a chunk of crystal, the dragon assessed the request and the pulverised gems beneath her paws. Noticing a pink piece of quartz she flicked it towards the girl with a clawed digit, then sent her a piece of crystal clear as water with a swirl of gold coiling through the center, and some other bits that did not fit her needs. There. That was sharing, right?
And so she went back to her grinding. It went easier now that the chunks grated on one another. When she had generated a pile of glistening sand, the dragon stood up and drew in a deep breath. Within her expanded ribcage a fire was kindled, that turned into an inferno as it roared out through her open maw. Directed at the quartz sand, it began to glow, then melt, then bubbled as it was subjected to temperatures hotter than any clay kiln could achieve. Changing the properties of stone, turning them into glass.
The fire died down, and while the matter was still molten and bubbling, the dragon scooped it up in heat resistant paws and began to knead it, back and forth, stretching and folding like a sugar master in a candy shop. Now, what should she make with it...
And so she went back to her grinding. It went easier now that the chunks grated on one another. When she had generated a pile of glistening sand, the dragon stood up and drew in a deep breath. Within her expanded ribcage a fire was kindled, that turned into an inferno as it roared out through her open maw. Directed at the quartz sand, it began to glow, then melt, then bubbled as it was subjected to temperatures hotter than any clay kiln could achieve. Changing the properties of stone, turning them into glass.
The fire died down, and while the matter was still molten and bubbling, the dragon scooped it up in heat resistant paws and began to knead it, back and forth, stretching and folding like a sugar master in a candy shop. Now, what should she make with it...
Beware the talons of power and fire,
Beware one who is not what she seems.
Beware one who is not what she seems.
