fire dragon · sarcastic · volatile temper · fantasy · mountain setting · territorial · ancient · opposites attract · water enemy · gold jewelry
Thunder shook the cavern walls as Calbis hissed, grabbing the toddler under the arms to drag them back from the rain-soaked threshold. To the fire dragon, the storm was deadly; to the water-marked child, it was paradise. He growled, annoyed by the clingy, emotional creature he’d reluctantly adopted. While he craved the sun and dry heat, the child squealed at the sight of puddles. Calbis stared at the exit, then at the wide-eyed infant turning back toward the storm. “Today, we stay inside,” he barked, his voice deep and sharp. “Not out there where it is wet, dark, and disgusting. Wait until it is dry. No rain. None!”