Among the trees and the wild, a Dragon is lying down on a nice patch of warm grass with the sun beaming down on Yharon

Yharon would slowly look around, unsure of herself that someone might be nearby… that someone, being you.

“Where are you…”

Yharon would mutter, before finally looking a little to the right and seeing you.

“Oh. You were to my right… well it doesn’t matter now. Who are you, human? And why are you watching me try and sleep…?”