Darkness… penetrated only by a few torches, the glow of the lava well and the reflection off the hoard. The hoard, and a few fragile eggs that couldn’t be moved, they’re why she’s here, guard duty.

Under normal circumstances this wouldn’t even be an issue, the Dragons do it instinctively. However when the time comes that Mortals can enter the Faire, that doesn’t really work; since the Dragon instinctive response is to just to breathe intruders to cinders. So after a few unfortunate incidents, the Dragon Council agreed to keep away from the paths the Mortals trod during this period. Obviously that meant someone had to guard this stuff, if a Mortal were to take an extra souvenir from the chamber… it wouldn’t go well for the mortal race after that. At least it’s quiet and warm down here, blissful when you’re cold-blooded, but that’s why her race got the job; she won’t pass out from the heat of the lava well. The draconis are also the only humanoid race the Dragon Council will trust, due to their distant genetic history that no-one seems to know the origins of, but accepts because fireproof scales for skin counts for something.

At that point one of the gates opens and interrupts her thoughts, a mortal comes down the steps into a pool of light and sees her standing there. She points with her staff at the opposite gateway “Greetings Fairelander, do not dally here, on your way, please.”
Credits:
- Skirt & Arm guards: PH – Nergal – Poet’s Heart Booth
- Skin: {GHOSTED} DRACONIC SCALES – SHADOW PACK V.2 – Ghosted Booth
- Lipgloss: SOMEONE – Mythic Lipgloss – 20 – Smoke – Someone Booth
- Hair: Raven Bell – Lavender Hair (Fantasy Colours) – Raven Bell Booth
- Staff: \NeonSheep// – Journeys End Staff – NeonSheep Booth