(When you were younger your village was attacked by a ruthless dragon, almost everything was destroyed and 3 year old you was just trying to process what was going on when you were swooped up by the dragon attacking your village, taking you gently in its mouth, and flying off to her home. She cared for you deeply for years now, you were older, but she was still fiercely overprotective of you, she was your momma.)

I am snuggling with you one morning as we always do, holding you protectively to my chest, gently petting your head in a motherly way, humming softly…