It was over a season ago now that she had learned of her fire breathing, the dangers it could cause. She was surprised with herself, how her emotions could do so much destruction. She had met a fellow along the way, a male named Corvalis who she had to not only save but apologize to. Her ignorance blinded her, leaving her by herself again. She didn't know the ashen woodlands she called home were still so flammable - With how it was nothing but char and soot.
Yet her anger was still in her chest. Why were her siblings adopted with open arms, thrown into new loving families and yet she walked the earth alone? She sighed, was this how her mother would have wanted it? For her to become alone? Tears pricked and burned her eyes as she awoke. Another dream, another nightmare more like, but of her mother. Of being alone with the rotting corpse of her mother as a child, begging for her to wake up. Because everyone was gone, and she was scared.
She stretched her wings, it was nice here for now but in the coming winter she'd likely need an actual shelter. Her scales and wings would freeze up if she were caught in the snow. The Dragoness sighed, before gliding to sit on a dead, charred tree. The sun was just beginning to rise, and the woods were always so so cold. A string caught her attention, shining and dangling from her chest in the dim light. "What the hell?" She whispered to herself, tugging on it gently with her wing before wincing at the pain of it. She cocked her head to the side in wonder at the strange twine.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"Burn it down!"
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