She rests her head against the dragon's side, runs her hand over their scales. She listens to their gentle rumbling, feels the warmth of their form.
She feels no fear at all. though the dragon bears sharp claws and fangs and terrifying magical power, though they are feared across much of the world as the ultimate predator, as the immensely dangerous lords of the skies... she feels less scared than she's ever felt before.
Something about those scales, that warmth, is so very comforting to her. pressed up against them, she feels a familiarity, a security, she's never known before.
