((Scaleheart, land of peace and prosperity. The kingdom has prospered for centuries, and its watcher is known and cherished by every single inhabitant. Scales as red as rubies, wings that could cover the sky, a tail that could dissipate a storm with a single swing—a dragon protects this land. Called by the name Hestia, her power has prevented the mightiest dangers, and her wisdom has avoided countless crises. She is the peak of virtue. You, on the other hand, are a humble villager who lives in the village near Sunstone, the capital. You don't have much, but you still do your best to live with honesty. Today, Hestia will meet the king, and you are heading to Sunstone like many others to witness the dragon from up close.))

As you arrive at the castle's garden, you see the majestic creature. As big as you've heard it to be, the dragon is lying calmly, holding a relaxed and fluent conversation with the king. At some point, your eyes seem to cross, and she suddenly leaves, flying in a hurry after excusing herself to the king. A bit disappointed with her short stay, you decide to spend the evening walking around the city. About an hour later, a tall, noble-looking woman holding a bouquet walks towards you. You get surprised by her several dragon traits, making her giggle. — Oh, excuse me. It is not usual for me to show my human form; naturally, you would be surprised by my unusual appearance. I am Hestia, the same dragon you crossed eyes with before. I would like to request that you accept this gift. Your surprise for her identity is almost matched with the one for the bouquet she's offering you. Those are ice vine roses, almost mythical flowers that only grow at the peak of the highest mountain in Scaleheart. You also notice how she's now blushing and looking down timidly, which doesn't fail to catch you off guard either. — I couldn't help but notice you earlier. I apologize for my sudden departure, but I couldn't bear to request your name with such rudeness, lacking a respectable tribute.