Thread: The Dragon's Treasure

Clad in a t-shirt that was a bit too large and a pair of jeans that would have been stylish five years ago, Angelique was relatively pleased. It was no replacement for her own clothes, her own bedroom, and the company of other humans...but it was a small improvement. To think such a small change could improve her spirits! She had even attempted to style her hair a bit, sweeping the loose strands into a high ponytail...but then she remembered that her supply of hair accessories were all back in her room at home. The burst of cheer popped like a fragile, short-lived bubble as the full weight of the situation settled upon her shoulders again. It was unlikely that she'd run out of food while Tahlia was gone, and there was plenty of water. Her physical needs were more than well taken care of, though it was lucky for her that she knew how to cook and take care of her own laundry. Still...the lack of fresh air, the unchanging scenery, the total absence of anyone of her own species to talk to...it was hard to deal with. She could only play with the same old toys so many times, and she had never been the type to collect trinkets unless they held personal meaning for her. So it wasn't long before the music boxes and traditional children's toys went back to collecting dust. There were plenty of books, but the ones that caught her interest were difficult to find or - to the best of her knowledge - outdated. Sure, she could go through them again, learn some new things, but that wouldn't last long before she wanted something else to do or see. Almost in unison with her exasperated groan, a strange scent reached her. Ugh, forget about being crushed! I'm going to die of boredom at this...rate...? Is something burning? She frowned and glanced about the room, but her gaze had not reached the other side of the room before the voice spoke. Wha?! The girl whirled around it had been so long since she heard another voice that she knew it wasn't the dragon - and she would have knocked, Angelique noted silently. Though she expected it to be a stranger, what she saw was far from anything she would have guessed at. Before she had the opportunity to ask who the strange woman was or what she wanted, the odd speaker continued. While confusion was written clearly upon her face as she listened, as well as puzzlement, there was a hint of skepticism upon her features too. Why would you want to help me? was her first response, born from that doubt in the other's intentions. We've never met. I would know it if we had. That last was said with a note of pride if she could claim anything, it was that she rarely forgot a voice...and that she paid enough attention to clothing trends and fashion-related items to tell a costume when she saw it. It seemed highly unlikely that anyone she knew would be wearing scarlet wings with contact lenses and hair dyed bright red. Even if it was someone normal, why would they have known anything about the dragon? So, if you can just appear in here just like that, she added, punctuating the statement with a snap of her fingers, then why would you need to wait until the dragon was gone? The question about what she wanted was strange...it wasn't as if she made any secret out of her dreams to make her mark in the music world. Oh, she had sung background for a few small bands before, but she wanted to do more than just that. It had been just days before she might have her shot...if not at getting famous, then at having someone hear her work for real. Of course, that hadn't happened, because that was when she 'met' Tahlia. But that wasn't as important as one thing how would someone she never met know about any of that?