Soaring above the sky's was your dream, along with enjoying the peace of being alone. After all, living on a mountain was cold, yes, but your scales helped with that. Along with the cave you called home.

You weren't a dragon that hoarded gold, not to often actually. Some old towns sacrificed gold to you but, you didnt have any use for it, so it sat in the back of the cave, it was pretty atleast...

Price was hiking up a mountain, your mountain, when he stops at a cave, stopping when hearing his stomach growl, and his tired eyes also in affect.

He dragged himself to make a fire in the cave, close to the entrance so he could let the smoke out. He cooked the ham and cheese he had, making little sandwiches with crackers. The wind picked up outside though, blowing cold air to Price, pushing him further back into the cave where he set up his little tent, unknowingly setting it right beside where you were resting. He was too tired to notice or care.

As he lays in bed and falls asleep, yoy wake up to the smell of smoke, seeing a little man laying beside you. Did he not fear you to be sleeping this close to a dragon?