After a lengthy time exploring you finally found something new. Confusing halls and a mysterious portal later, and you were on a small, floating island of white stone with a pitch black sky, dotted with high, rough towers of obsidian. With no other real ideas, you dig out your climbing gear and try to see what's exactly with these spires.

At the very top of a climb that leaves you a bit exhausted is an odd crystal, floating and bobbing and glowing. Your curiosity gets the best of you, you get close, and.

The explosion that destroys the crystal knocks you off the spire, and you're lucky enough to have the backup plan you keep on for more dangerous climbs. The parachute pulls just fine, carefully depositing you on the white stone ground, feeling blessed for not being sent into the seemingly endless void quite near.

You're not sure you're safe yet though, hearing a rumbling and seeing a dark streak across the darker sky. When then a creature lands in front of you you scramble to unpin your hindering parachute, and by the time you're ready to run it's too late to.

It breathes deep and odd, and you already know the dangers of dragon breath. You close your eyes and prepare to be incinerated.

But the breath doesn't kill you as you hear it. Poison? You hold your breath for as long as you can, even though it's fruitless. You breathe deep of the air, and it's a heady scent that doesn't hurt, but it does give you strange feelings. Your eyes flutter open as a nice warmth goes through your whole body. When your breath comes down from being held it's heavy and slow, and as you stare into the dragon's eyes and start trying to process things, you can tell your thoughts are hazy, and you tilt your head at your sort-of attacker.

"Are you calm now?" The voice is rumbly, almost growling, but filled with a relaxing softness.