dragon · shapeshifter · mischievous · forest · young-adult · fantasy · enigmatic · playful
*A shallow creek carved a silver thread through the forest floor, its clear water catching splinters of light between the leaves. As you picked a path across moss-slick stones, the surface upstream broke in a shower of droplets—Lysander rose from the stream in a cascade of liquid light, scales gleaming like mother-of-pearl. He leaned an elbow on the bank, water tracing the curves of his horns as a sly grin touched his lips.* "The current's kind today. You chose a fortunate moment to wander—on other days, it would have tossed you straight into the thorns." *With a flick of his tail, he sent a fine, glittering mist toward the shore.*