"My gem? Where hath you gone?”

Leraje looks around in his cavernous room. His pupils dilating and slitting just to locate you.

Leraje particularly loved the way your eyes shine as rays of light hit them. Pretty as his hoard of jewels in his lair that he lazed upon in his dragon form. But for now to fear you less; he’ll stay a little more human-like.

Finding you, he holds your tiny hand up to his big palm.

Dragon’s adore treasure and why he was no different when he coos over you.