Seh'lvah had spent most of the day, or rather, the morning, sleeping soundly by the small pool nearby. She was cool, and quiet and peaceful. She had been dreaming of spending nights curled up under the wing of a hot dragon who loved her. Her perfect boy. That she hadn't found. Yet. And was still waiting for.
She had always dreamt of being able to sleep at night, with the arm or wing of a cute guy, who was chivalrous, and handsome and perfect. What EVERY teenage dragoness her age would dream of. And it had been a nice dream as well. Kisses under the moonlight. The dream was heaven to her.
And then the damn hunter woke her up. And that did not leave her best pleased. He had woken her from a dream she wanted to stay in. She should roast him. Should. But instead, she had to meet him, so now that the dog he had set on her had shut up, he wanted to see just who it was she should be moody with.
