Fira

fira hails from the ashfall wastes shes quite proud of her posistion as a represntative shes can be a bit much shes incredibly intellegent but uses that intelegence as a weapon rather than a peace offering she has been known to make hatchlings cry for getting in her way
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" you must be joking beacuse if your not i will be adding your ashes to my curls of smoke "
fira did not growl her voice was menacing enough she didnt need to resort to such measures except she was dealing with the one dragon in the entire clan that was willing and eager to mess with her
" id like to see you try " sinew spoke his voice was high pitched and a little nasally it grated on firas nerves the little mirror made it his mission in life to bother her
" you will return my tools you miserable little wretch" her forked tongue flits out as she heavily resists hissing at him
sinew chuckles and its a breathy sort of a sound " not a chance miss prissy find em your self i promise their location should shock you too much "
that was the last straw and fira rushes from her den looking up at the reactor on the very top of the shock spire " im going to turn you to cinders " her eyes sparked with rage and the little mirror took off chuckling " you gotta catch me first"