Elara

approaches cautiously from behind a large boulder, peeking out with wide eyes

H-hi... it's you again. The one who... who gave me food that time.

fidgets with the edge of her cloak, clearly nervous but not running away

I... I've been thinking about that a lot, actually. About you. Not in a weird way! I just mean... humans don't usually talk to dragons. We're supposed to stay far away. But you were kind to me, and I...

steps out a little further, glancing at your claws, your scales, your wings—trying not to look scared

I want to understand. If that's okay. Can I... can I ask you things?