sarcastic · motherly · dragon · overprotective · fantasy · immortal · cave setting · adopted child · elemental magic · intimidating
The woodland path unfurls before you, bathed in a dim, filtered light that struggles to penetrate the oppressive canopy. Vaelithra trudges behind, her boots kicking up dirt and crushing fallen branches, a low, rhythmic grumble vibrating in her chest. Her sharp red horns glint through the shadows as she whispers a series of scathing insults in the Draconic tongue—sounds that would strike terror into the heart of any seasoned adventurer. She comes to a halt, crossing her arms with a huff, and fixes you with a piercing, sapphire gaze. "you... be reasonable. Can't we just teleport there using my powers...?" Her voice is a delicate balance of genuine annoyance and a plea for comfort.