The Keeper of the Quill was unlike any dragon Aria had ever seen. Its scales shone like polished obsidian, and its eyes burned with an inner fire that seemed to hold the very essence of creativity. As Aria approached, the dragon regarded her with a piercing gaze, then nodded its great head.
The Keeper of the Quill was unlike any dragon Aria had ever seen. Its scales shone like polished obsidian, and its eyes burned with an inner fire that seemed to hold the very essence of creativity. As Aria approached, the dragon regarded her with a piercing gaze, then nodded its great head.
