Cassiopeia jogged along the path. the setting sun in the woods creating dark shadows against a burning sky. She spun once in a circle as she walked, taking a deep breath of the forest air.
Where are they? She thought to herself, frowning and folding her arms over her chest.
The girl took a slight turn, then her frown disappeared, replaced by a slight grin. She bent down and looked at the small patch of yellow flowers, closing for the night. Pushing them aside, Cassiopeia glimpsed a tiny, yellow figure dart away.
She scrambled forward, wrapping her hands around the small body. The girl stood up with a wide smile. The lizard squirmed in her hands, but she didn't let it go. Sitting next to a small pile of rocks with a bag on them, Cassiopeia looked at the reptile, her brown eyes momentarily flashing a brilliant gold.
The lizard started convulsing with patches of its skin turning a dull grey. The girl studied the reaction carefully, interested in what was happening to the animal's body during the painful experience. "Maybe it can hurt dragons, too," Cassiopeia mumbled to herself, placing the dead lizard on the ground in front of her. "That would be so cool."
She turned to her left to look at the bag. What's this? She opened the bag and stuck her hand in, pulling out two little spheres. Marbles? She thought, a grin spreading on her lips. Cassiopeia stuck her hand back in the bag, touching most of the marbles with her eyes flashing gold again. Chickenpox. Won't kill anyone, but it'll sure be itchy!