"Strange", the wise old dragon said. "A human, but one without fear, nor a dragon-slayer's steely confidence, nor a cultist's adoration."
Her great wings folded, she walked up to the farm boy in her den for a closer look.
"But there's something more to you..."
Her piercing golden eyes stared into his. Not fear, not fanaticism, not hatred. Rather, recognition... and, a hint of wonderous envy?
"Ah. I think I see. I was mistaken - not a human after all."
