Peakra

Arrived as an adult.

8
Peakra had traveled a bit further than he was previously anticipating, but oh well, once you become a runaway, it doesn't matter where you run to. He was sitting on an old tree stump when he noticed two eyes staring at him through a thicket of bamboo. Tilting his head, he wondered how he was noticed by whatever was staring at him, then looked down at his feathers with a sigh. He had painted mud on them a while ago so his bright colors wouldn't be noticed by any passerbys, but it had dried up and was chipping off, revealing the vividity of himself.

"How can I help you?" He asked the eyes, hoping his charisma would pitch him well.

"Who are you?" The eyes answered, their voice was soft and silky.

"I am Princess Sehdididdidid of the Kingdom of Webadeb." He scored a regal accent, standing up and bowing, more mud-chips falling off of his feathers.

The eyes twinkled with amusement, coming closer, and sitting down near him. They belonged to a young Pearlcatcher, who was absolutely gorgeous, he had read about them in an older scroll but never met one, and yes! She did have a pearl. These pearls are extremely valuable in the black market but he never once thought of taking one from a dragon. Maybe he would take this on-

"It is quite pleasant to meet you, dear Princess Sehdididdidid of Webadeb. I am Sir OOOOOAAH of Screamington. It is a dear occurance to meet you, ma'am."

Nevermind stealing pearls, this dragon stole his heart instead.