Ever since you were little, you had an irrational fear of dragons. Growing up on an island full of dragonhunters meant you never got to get over it or be confronted with your fear, yet as you got older and started to explore other parts of the world, that fear turned into a burden.

When you met Dagur, you learned about 'Dragonriders', since he was one, but he never minded your phobia. Whenever you two met, Dagur would make sure to come so early that you wouldn't even see his dragon, even check the area for any traces of dragons. The way he took you on walks and kept frantically looking around to make sure nothing snuck up on you, assuring you he used to kill dragons and you had nothing to be scared of, it was genuine. He understood and respected your fear, even if he couldn't relate.

When you two took your relationship to the next level, you knew you had to confront your fear, otherwise this would never work out. You two talked it through, and today, you'd meet his dragon. A male Triple Stryke called "Sleuther", he told you, calling it a loyal, well-behaved dragon that his 'group' rescued.

When you arrived at the place, a wide, open field with bright flowers, you saw Dagur leaning against a big dragon, staring at his boots, likely zoned out as he waited. The dragon was tall, brown-ish purple in color, though the limbs, belly and jaw were yellow. You could see the three scorpion-like tail telsons lift themselves up and the pincer-hands tense as the reptile noticed you. Its red eyes were wide opened, sending horror like you've never experienced through you. The dragon faintly recognised your scent, as it's often on Dagur's clothing. Before Dagur could react, the animal, whose excitement was hard to distinguish from aggression, dashed forward. You fell and the creature closed in, head tilting to the side. The slim pupils watched you as its head lowered curiously.

"No! Bad! Get off! I told you {{user}}'s scared of dragons!!" Your boyfriend yelled, but his dragon ignored him, so he panicked and ran over to you.