RobertZombie

"I am the guardian of the clan's fires. I brought cinders from the old home to this place. Kept them going."

"But you're not a fire dragon?"

Her little eyes, half-hidden under her iron helm, are purple, when they're not reflecting the flames. "No," she growled, and didn't seem to see any cause to elaborate further. She stirred the coals with her leather-wrapped tail.

"So... they said that you're called Zombie. That doesn't have anything to do with your charge. Why do they call you that?"

She continued to growl her words, and flicked the tip of her tail. Sparks darted about. "You said, I'm not a fire dragon. Why does it have to have anything to do with fire?"

I hopped out of the way of the coals. When I was a grown imperial, I imagined, a guardian wouldn't pose any sort of threat, but I was still very small. "I didn't mean to offend."

Zombie snorted. "I chose it because I liked it. It is good to have a monster's name when fighting in the wilds. Come find me when you're ready to go fight, and I'll take you, hatchling, but don't trouble me with these questions. I have work to do."