Kobold that decides "Fuck this" at the notion of serving a dragon
Fuck it, it is gonna be its own dragon.
So it does.
It makes one. For itself. By itself.
But it is not just
A suit. A suit does not a dragon make.
The kobold makes a dragon.
In its dragon, it is too, it.
They are.
Tending to it
To itself.
Polishing, maintaining.
Replacing anything that has worn out.
Self care. It is not serving a dragon.
It is taking care of itself.
Speaking to itself. Diverging. Being.
Being alive.
Looking at that aspect stretch its wings. Light bouncing from it. Shining.
In awe of itself.
Looking at itself, so small. So fragile. So unlike itself and yet, itself.
Different. Neither of them incomplete, but yet itself as itself when together. A dragon.
Two as two but making one. Not more, not less. Just itself.
What does this dragon breathe, a friend asked.
Good question
what do you think?
Two in one. One in two. Organic and arcane. Metal and flesh.