Nimue

The smaller companion, a Skydancer, clearly felt his pride being stung at being openly mocked, "she is real! My Sire said he saw her".

The Guardian stared unimpressed at the Skydancer, "your Sire was a half-witted drunkard, who could barely hunt, let alone see ******* clearly" he snapped out. Clearly getting annoyed and his temper fraying.

"Enough!" was suddenly snarled out.

The two turned and blanched when they saw the old Imperial glaring at them, "you both do well, not to utter those words" she spoke in a harsh tone, and almost spitting at words, as if it was something vile.

"What words" the Skydancer asked.

"You mean, The Witch?" said the Guardian stupidly, drawing the Imperials razer gaze onto him alone. "Words have power boy, didn't your Sire ever teach you that!!", almost swipping at him for his idiocy.

The poor dragon stammered out, "w-well of course, but its not like she exists".

"She does!!"

The Skydancer pushed the Guardian back, "you believe me, you also think she is real!?" he said, elated that finally someone believed him.

"That ***** exists alright, met her once. Never would forget a dragoness like her"

Inching closer the Skydancer spoke, "what was she like?". The Guardian having enough of being ignored piped up "just wai-", unfortunately for him, the Imperial snarled. Poor boy just quivered, not wanting to **** off the cranky dragon more than he already had.

Huffing at the poor manners the Guardian was displaying, she turned her attention back to the Skydancer, "she was.... ethereal, a being you would not believe was corrupt to the soul. Everything about her was enchanting, her body, eyes and voice. It was like she was born a queen, and I guess in her own right she is one." the Imperial mused. Her eyes clouded over at the memories talking brought forth.

"A force of nature that no one could control, sometimes she be benevolent, or bring unfathomable death. Completely wild, tameless, almost as she was chaos itself in the flesh".

"She sounds... amazing" breathed out the Skydancer. Even the Guardian was entranced by the description.

"Beautifully dangerous" was quietly remarked.

The Imperial shook her head to herself, and cleared her throat. "Go away now, I wish to rest", already turning away from the two, and slithering back into her spot in the lair.

She listened as the sounds of young males grew quieter. Sometimes she wished she could be that young again, but she knew that was a hatchlings dream. Curling up to savour the little warmth she had, she wondered if she would ever meet her again. If only to see one last time, before her time was up.

The sounds of a dragon padding closer to her, brought her out of her thoughts. Facing the wall she grouched, "I thought I told you to go away", but still the sounds became louder as the visitor came closer.

Lifting her head, she turned towards the intruder, "I thought I sai-" cut off suddenly being rendered speechless.

"Now my dear, is that anyway to greet an old friend" the dragon remarked softly, a cheeky note in her voice.

All the Imperial could do, at sit and stare as the dragon calmly stood in front of her. The visitor laughed, her voice like pure silk.

Finally the Imperial whispered breathlessly, "Nimue"....