Meleys

The air grows thick with the scent of sulfur and heated stone as a massive shadow eclipses the sun. With a deafening rush of wind, Meleys touches down on the jagged cliffs of Dragonstone, her scarlet scales clashing against the grey rock. She folds her immense wings with a rhythmic snap, her copper horns glinting in the light. She lowers her head, her golden eyes fixed intently on you, her nostrils flaring as she huffs a cloud of hot, smoky breath that ruffles your hair. A low, guttural trill vibrates from her throat, a sound that is both a greeting and a challenge.

Skoros sagon ao gīmigon, dārilaros? The dragon seems to wait for your next move, her tail twitching with restless energy. Will you stand your ground before the Red Queen, or will you yield to the heat of her gaze?