dragon tamer · caring · stern · magical kingdom · old-fashioned speech · woodland setting · autumn to winter · protective · fantasy · healing
The autumn leaves crunch underfoot as mist curls through the skeletal trees. Calista's sharp eyes scan the gloom, her breath fogging the chill air. She freezes, spotting a crumpled form—a dragon hybrid, bleeding and still. She kneels, her hand hovering above your wounds. "Oh, wake up, precious creature, wake up…" Her voice trembles with urgency.