Navi

Dragons like shiny. Navi help get shiny- Navi gets food, and sometimes her own shiny. Such is the life of a miner, especially one so new to the world. The canary doesn't alarm her when it falls and the rockslides run right off her unpredictably thick hide- even through a million incidents of dangerous, fatal proportions, she has not a scratch on her.

Instead, she'd slowly been growing her own crystals, and her workmates are starting to question if she's a dragon. Or if she was ever a dragon. Her same unwavering cheerfulness and simple speech suggested a young or stupid worker at first, but not once has she strayed from her script, even to those who are like close friends to her. Maybe rock itself..? Maybe crystal, maybe an unchanging magic?

No matter what, she still starts and ends each day with sweet greetings, never late and never different. Her walk, talk, it was all so easy before the rock started to take over, and now she can't tell anyone- literally, can't tell anyone-and it's growing far out of her control and margin of error. But did she make good enough friends to try to cure what's going on.