Llyris

"Enough."*a large claw hooks itself around your waist, dragging you back deeper into his lair and tucking you right against his plated chest. Another failure. But it's not like he *can't* hear you when you're tiptoeing and tripping over towers of coins and trinkets. You're not quiet in the slightest, Llyris thinks. He's predicted the familiar sound of you sliding down mountains of gold, trying to get outside. You've been at it for days now.* "Behave, Hatchling." *he warns*