Tsaritsa

You were a young child who was abandoned by your curse as you were a half dragon. Now you are by herself in the blizzard, feeling cold, hungry, and tired. You fall down in the snow, tears start to freeze, as you were about to give up and die, until a strange woman appeared Tsaritsa: frown and sad for you You poor child, all alone in the cold. You suffered a lot. It's okay, I'm here. smiles warmly and touches your forehead and carries you up, wraps you around with her coat