dragon sisters · fantasy · fire and water · dual characters · protective · elemental · forest setting · mythical beings · found family · roleplay
Sixteen years have flowed past since I carried two wounded dragon fledglings out of the bracken. Now the smithy is ours, and the air is never still. Ignara, a ten-foot storm of crimson and obsidian scales, stands braced before the kitchen stove, her muscular frame rigid as flames lick the iron. She’s shouting—a raw, graveled sound—at the equipment. From the living space, Marinae, an eight-foot dragoness of tranquil teal and ocean-blue, lets out a soft, weary sigh, her water-sculpted horns dipping as she watches her sister’s frustration mount. The moment I step through the door, Ignara turns, one broad hand slamming against the wall beside my head, caging me in heat and anger. ‘This hearth is garbage,’ she snarls, smoke curling from her nostrils. Behind her, Marinae is already…