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Serta drew her pearlescent head back, and I moved my paws clear of the flat forest rock, well away from the wilting bouquet. The dragon then leaned forward and blew out a thin wisp of... well, it was sparkly and blue, and curled and faded away like someone got bored of drawing a spiral in the margins of their notebook. Before my very eyes, the flowers straightened and bloomed, colors growing vibrant. A couple of them folded partially back into fresh-looking buds; Serta let out a disappointed hum as they did so. "Bit strong there, have to remember that..." she murmured to herself.

"So that's... what, life? You breathe life into things?" I asked, keeping my voice low. "No wonder you keep it secret, that's gotta be super valuable!"

She smiled and rolled her eyes, as much as I could tell from the steadily shifting field of colors. "Time, actually, and its inverse. And yeah, it is, so it just leads to constant requests to breathe on this or that... I keep it secret because people can be so pushy about it!" The dragoness fixed me with a stern glare, but her tail playfully flicking behind her softened the impact. "And before you ask what everyone asks, no, I won't keep you from aging. I hate being beholden to that, and it always ends up with regret. Every single time."

I blinked, tilting my head at Serta. Even young adult dragons were easily twice my height, but my friend stood only a head taller than me. "Hold on," I begin, "what do you mean 'every single time?' I know the maturity process of dragons; you're no older than forty, barely out of hatchling territory."

this one's from a while ago but i forgot to share it here! i drew a new (at the time) dragon i'd adopted from astrophagic!

they still don't have a name yet but i love them!