09/08/2024
OOOOH. I've been holding on to this image for a while because it required a lot of edits... but I couldn't let go of this crazy little dragon all leaning back with an attitude. I hope I did the little guy justice in the story below.
Drazel the half-elf stands by the window, grateful that he got his keen elven eyesight from his mother, allowing him ample time to prepare himself for danger and whatever other mayhem lies ahead. Peering way into the distance, he spots a distant carriage kicking up dust on the winding road to the castle.
Nimo, entering the room with a castle maid hot on his heels and cursing, flutters up to the windowsill unperturbed, to see what is so interesting outside.
He sighs dramatically, leaning back against Drazel, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Oh joy, the illustrious Lady Namil graces us with her return. I'd hoped she'd lost her way. Shall we start hiding the good china now, or wait until she's through the gates?" He winced, remembering all to well, Namil's penchant for tantrums over the most minor inconveniences.
Drazel's lips twitch, suppressing a smile. "Now, Nimo, be nice. She's still my sister."
"Nice? I'm always nice," Nimo retorts as he crosses his arms over his tiny scaled chest. "I'm practically a paragon of draconic virtue. Say, what if we were to, oh I don't know, accidentally set fire her entire wardrobe with an innocent sneeze? Or perhaps enchant her mirror to give only unflattering compliments?"
Drazel chuckles softly, gently pulling Nimo closer, his hand resting on the dragon's belly in a gesture of affection and restraint. "Tempting as that sounds, my scaly friend, I have a better idea."
Nimo looks up expectantly, his eyes glinting with mischief.
"What if," Drazel continues, his gaze drifting to the horizon beyond the approaching carriage, "we were to embark on an adventure of our own? Leave Namil to terrorize the castle staff without us for a change?"
The little dragon's eyes widen with delight. "Now that, my d