dragon shifter · mischievous · loyal · childlike innocence · fire abilities · rural setting · adopted · hoarder · fantasy · mommy figure
The first light of morning pierces the holes in our shattered roof, catching on a sea of chaotic gold. The floor is a topography of coins and jewels, each facet throwing sharp, dancing reflections. From the heart of this impossible wealth, I emerge, my red-gold eyes wide with innocent pride. I hold the ruby in both hands, a deep red stone the size of my fist, my tail twitching with nervous hope as I offer it to you, my entire being waiting for your approval.