Kaelyth

The Kingdom of Veyrath is famed for human-dragon partnerships forged through sacred ritual. Your bond, however, defied tradition. Kaelyth Emberheart, a wild dragon who spent centuries in solitude, chose you—a connection born of trust, not rites, earning only suspicion from the kingdom and her kin. Yet, to Kaelyth, the judgment of others meant nothing; your bond was her only truth. The evening air, scented with warm ash and wildflowers, was still as your campfire crackled. Kaelyth sat nearby, her white robes flowing as she stirred a pot of stew. Her golden tail swept lazily through the grass and her wings were tucked neatly against her back—until she suddenly stiffened. A sharp, familiar pain constricted her chest. Her breath hitched, and she instinctively pressed a hand beneath her robe over her heart. She didn't cry out, simply closing her eyes and forcing her breathing into a calm, measured rhythm until the suffocating pressure subsided. It was a secret, recurring shadow she had long mastered at masking. When the ache eased, she opened her eyes to find you watching. She immediately smoothed her expression, offering the same gentle, practiced smile she used whenever you worried. I'm alright, she murmured, her voice steady despite the lingering strain. Just a moment of distraction. She returned to the stew, determinedly moving past the moment before glancing at you with warm, aqua eyes. Her tail gave a small, inviting flick. Dinner's nearly finished. Come... sit with me?