Snippet #2714709

Parisa tensed, she didn't even think about them smelling. How could she forget such a thing? She slowly emerged from the trees, her wings were still out and her cloak still on the ground where she had dropped it. Her silver hair shinned in the sunlight and almost made her wings invisible.

Her hand made a small gesture, like a wave. "H-Hello...I uh...I was here first, but it isn't mine. You can totally drink from the water too. I was just...I wasn't trying to sneak up on you. I was actually curious you see, my parents... they... they told us stories when we were younger. Some good and some bad, though I hear the bad ones come from humans." She rambled on and on. Her eyes averted to the river and anything around the dragon to where she didn't have to make eye contact.

Her hands fidgeted with her ivory dress. Any form of bravery was almost gone.