The woman creeped along the wall deeper into the belly of the dragons lair. She hoped that she had tethered the warhorse far enough away from the cavern. She moved silently against the walls of the passage sword in hand.
A sudden grumble and she froze in a panic. Holding her breath trying to be silent, her heartbeat pounded inside her head. Why was she here. Her thoughts screamed - WHY ARE YOU HERE?
Frozen she closed her eyes and started to meditate. She remembered her first lesson as a child with the paladin master. Focus. Allow the fear to come, allow it to heighten your senses, it was good, it was control.
She continued on into the lair.
He smelt her.
He knew her bloodline long before he heard her.
It amused him and puzzled him. Dragons love puzzles. This was going to be an interesting day after all.
He opened up one eye and watched the tiny creature creep silently closer. The mighty beast rolled over and yawned stretching his body outward like a cat. He watched her suddenly freeze against the cavern wall. He repositioned himself and sat quietly looking directly at her. Not saying a word.
Time passed. He could wait. Time was something that just happened. There was plenty of time. Plenty.
Alot of time HAD passed. He was just staring at her. Was he trying to charm her? She hadn't moved. He hadn't moved. Was she already charmed and didnt know it? She quickly dismissed such thoughts. She would have been a quick snack by now. The woman quickly searched her thoughts, what next? Why had she come to this place? She had entered the creatures home, she was the tresspasser. She suddenly understood that the next move was her own.
Holding on to her sword, but in a non-offensive stance, she bravely walked out of the shadows towards the large dragon.
"I am Solitaire of the Jeweled Knights." She announced.
The dragon laughed sitting back a bit, almost happy the creature didnt just turn and run into the night. "I know your bloodline. It runs deep within the land of Cardania.".
He just stared at her again. Again waiting. It kind of annoyed her. Its much easier to fight a dragon then it is to talk to one. She politely stared back.
Only a few moments passed this time, the woman rearranged her posture and dropped her sword totally to her side. "I wish to know why the Ancient White has returned to this land.".
"You know why." he answered smugly.
He studied the small young woman. Her armour was plain. Her weapon pathetic. She had the grime of travel all over her. He thought of a maiden he once came upon, bathing in a waterfall, how the sunshined that day, how it formed a rainbow around her. Her whiteskin... he so adored the human form, all clean. Then the maiden pounded the root of a plant with a rock till soft foamy lather was worked up. He had watched from the cool cave inside the waterfall as she spread the soap all over her body. He remembered the pounding of his heart that day. The excitement pulling at his soul... he remembered the moment she turned toward him, letting the water shower over her bare breasts...
He suddenly remember the awful taste he had in his mouth for weeks after he devoured her whole. A shudder repulsively ran through him.