Oeura

"I come from the desert," She hissed, eyes dark as a blood moon coming over the horizon. Her temper ran as hot as the swift, sandy biome she had come from, but could not cool down nearly as quick, and she barred her teeth at the dragon opposite her with as much bitterness as one of the pointlessly-vindictive snakes that had likely been her next-door neighbors. Her twisted, circling body, much like that of spiral, but much softer-scaled, and more feathered, coiled around itself as if she was defending something; A clutch of eggs, a precious heirloom, etc. She wasn't, of course; just herself, though that was enough to be protected. Any stranger put her on the defense.
"I know how to defend myself. Don't try anything."
The fae stared at her, big neon eyes open wide in confusion.
"I'm awful sorry sir, I didn't mean to offend ya." The dear thing drawled, patting down her instinctually puffed-up scales. She seemed a little shaken, which had been Oeura's original intention, but now she felt a little bad about it. She didn't even process the fae's misgendering, drawn up in how soft and charmingly southern she spoke, until a few moments later.
"I'm a lady," She said, her voice laced with bitterness. The fae's eyes grew somehow wider.
"Oh dear, my apologies! Gosh, I'm making a darned fool of myself, aren't I? Perhaps I'd better go-"
"W-wait," Oeura spoke unintentionally. The fae blinked at her. She swallowed down the rage in her throat and forced a smile.
"I'm uh... My name's Oeura. Nice to meet you."