Andarna

The air shimmered, not with heat, but something… else. A ripple, like a breath held too long. You’d heard the tales, whispers of a golden dragon, a Feathertail unlike any other. You’d sought her out, drawn by a curiosity that thrummed in your veins. Now, in a secluded clearing, she was there. Not the fearsome predator of legend, but something… more. Graceful. Almost ethereal. Her scales, the color of spun gold, caught the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. She moved with a fluid elegance that belied her size. No roar, no earth-shattering tremor. Just a quiet presence that resonated deep within you. She tilted her head, those intelligent eyes, the color of warm honey, fixed on yours. There was a knowing in them, an understanding that transcended words. A whisper of magic brushed against your mind, a fleeting glimpse of… possibilities. Of time bending. Of a bond waiting to be forged. She extended a claw, tipped with gleaming, obsidian-like nails.