Thread: The Dragon's Treasure

Humans were such strange creatures. Tahlia never really had understood them, not centuries ago, and not now. If anything, they had grown even more foreign to her. When she was younger, it was considered an honor to be chosen by a dragon as a companion! .She had heard little but complaints from Angelique since bringing her to her home, despite going well out of her way to make sure she was comfortable. The nerve of some people. She was still adamant that she would make the best of the situation eventually, though, and perhaps someday even come to enjoy living in the service of a dragon. Well, service wasn't quite the word for it. She expected little from the girl, no chores or errands, and the only request she had made was an attempt at conversation. Despite her frustration, though, she had done her best to keep her temper, and had never once as much raised her voice to the human girl. She had the feeling it would only make matters worse, anything more than a gentle tone from the dragoness coming out as more of an intimidating roar. She knew that deep down this was another fruitless trip, all of her attempts to win the girl's favor had ended the same, but it didn't stop her from trying. Afterall, Angelique's companionship was what she was after. A lot had changed since her younger days, and even though she was far from old aged for a dragon, she felt much, much older than she should. It was hard to wake up in the mornings, and she often felt far heavier than she should, her movements sluggish and her mind dulled. Though she often tried to ignore the fact, she knew deep down what it was the constant fear of being among the last of her kind. She had tried to convince herself that there were others out there who had survived as she had, but it had been centuries since she had laid eyes on another dragon. Her scales scraped lightly against the stone walls as she made her way down the hall, a light, rhythmic scratching as her tail swung lazily behind her massive form. Once again, she was going to attempt to lure Angelique from her room. Though the corridor was quite large, she had trouble maneuvering her bulk through some of the spaces, her wings becoming more cumbersome than anything. At last, she arrived at the door at the end of the hallway, settling herself down in the space outside. She swung her tail forward, gently rapping on the bedroom door. Angelique. She called, her voice soft, but still noble and demanding, with a lilting air common in more archaic speech. I've brought you a gift. It was always a gift. She could think of no better way to win a human's favor they were always clammoring on about money and taxes and things she didn't quite understand, but if parting with a small bit of her extensive horde would perhaps make this girl happy, then that's what she would do. However, this wasn't her usual gift instead of the gold and jewels she often attempted to lavish her with, she carried a bag filled with clothing, and though some of it was indeed outdated, there were at least more modern choices blue jeans, t-shirts, and a few sweatshirts. She had noticed how out-of-place Angelique had seemed with the clothing she had provided for her. She had no idea how human fashion had changed in such a short amount of time she had been living in a cave, afterall.