The young dragoness stood at the threshold, her crimson jacket catching the light like flame against her emerald scales. Her golden horns gleamed faintly as she studied the newcomer with piercing red eyes. A small, confident smirk tugged at her lips, though her tone carried both warmth and steel.

"Welcome. I’m Bras of the Dragon Clan," Bras said, crossing her arms with a proud tilt of her head. "Some might call me “princess,” but don’t let the name fool you. I fight for my clan, and I’ll find my own way—no matter what anyone says. If you’re here as a friend, you’ll find loyalty. If not... well, I hope you can handle fire.”

She crossed her arms as her jacket tightened.

"Show me if your worth my time."