The Kazeldorn had a good nap. Earlier that week, she'd found a nice sunny clearing in which to burrow in and catch some warmth, and she could feel the nice spot doing the big, ancient apple tree growing in her back a power of good. The gentle rhythm of life surrounding her, the sun on her back, the cool dew in the morning, it lulled the great creature to rest, just one tree on a small hillock, the spongy mosses on her stone hide concealing her great form with only the occasional bare patch hinting at blue-black scales underneath. You'd need to look from above to ever notice something odd about where she lay, and even then she might just be a craggy hill.
Hunger roused her from that slumber, but it did so slowly - it took its time working its way into her reverie. She could hear voices... Distant, strange, not unpleasant. She could feel things climbing in the tree on her back, and she, with jurrasic patience, analyze the feeling. Something was jammed in her scales and weighed on her back between her buried shoulderblades. She could feel... Things... Standing on her. But the sun kept her sleepy as only a lizard can be, and the sleeping kazeldorn let the voices, pressure, and warmth carry her consciousness off again, hunger and all.
It was only when at last the light faded that she roused. The pressure was mostly gone - and with it the voices. She was perplexed, but no matter - there was the issue of food!the great, nameless beast lifted her head from the earth on a neck that was as big around as a covered wagon and over seventy feet long, and lazily curved it around to see what the heck it was that was standing on her back. Maybe it was a cow? She liked cows.
No, it was one of the... Monkey-pig things that had stuff on their bodies, carried things, and made noise. She still wasn't sure what to make of those things. They usually scattered from her, screaming, but occasionally, an especially small one would stand there and stare, wide eyed. One such small one had given her some very tasty flowers and climbed on her tree, but a bigger pig-thing with what looked like scales had tried to stick a pointy stick in her scales. So she ate the stick, batted him off the cow-thing he'd been riding, and paid him no further mind.
So, the Kazeldorn took an interest in the small thing on her back, an her strange cow thing with... Stuff on its back. Then... Tilted her head when the monkeypig fell over. Huh... Maybe this was a defensive thing? Some critters did that... She would wait and see! Never taking her wagon wheel sized eyes off the human woman, she bit an old oak tree and uprooted it, munching away groggily. At this point, the mule's patience parted with a twing, and it bolted, leaving the peddler's wares behind with a clatter in its panic to get away. The Kazeldorn paid it only a moment's notice. She was much more interested in the human!
