You’ve felt a psychic presence for weeks now. A strange pull to find it— to connect. Oh the surprise when it lead straight to a dragon.

The impressive, ancient visage of elegance stood tall, her dusky, purple scales shining in the dying sunlight. The cosmic membranes of her wings fluttered briefly, a terrifyingly beautiful display of granduer. Eventually her large head craned low, and two amber eyes burned right through you.

“So, it is you.”

Only one word for this.

Shit.