Siren

She was told she sang from the time she was a hatchling. Instead of practicing her roars and snarls, she practiced trills and melodies. Her favorite thing as a young one was to sing her own improvised songs while she flew.

When she was young, the adults around her joked about it. "Look at you, Calypso," they'd say. "Can't be a coincidence that you like to sing. You look like the ocean, and you're from the Water flight. You're gonna drag sailors to their deaths one day."

At first she laughed along with them, not taking it as an insult. But as she grew older, it began to grate on her. The jokes never stopped. They even gave her a lousy nickname.

"Hey, Siren, ate any pirates lately?"

"Siren is literally your name so I don't trust you."

"You probably use that voice of yours manipulate others."

When she was all grown up, it got bad. Other dragons began to actively dislike her. She was asked what kind of gimmick she was trying to pull, or if her act was supposed to be a joke. The worst day came when she was barred from singing at her favorite inn.

"Sorry, Siren," said the innkeeper, a Bogsneak who had always been kind to her. "It was cute when you were young, but lately it's been bad for business. I'd like it if you kept your vocals to yourself from now on."

"It's the best way for me to bring in treasure," she pleaded, "even if some folks don't like it. And I'm trying to save up to start my own clan."

The innkeeper shrugged. "Sorry."

Discouraged, Calypso wandered out into the Sea of a Thousand Currents and swam down the shore until she found a comfortable seaweed-covered boulder to perch on. A cliff loomed over the waters. There, she poured out her heart to the moon, singing an old song from one of her favorite bands.

Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine...

Unbeknownst to her, a traveling clan was camping up above, and her soft tune weaved its way through the air to them.

"...and anyway, as I was saying, that Veilspun really needs to mind her own business--"

"Quiet for a moment! Do you guys hear that?"

They hushed their conversation and looked out to sea, wondering at the source of the noise. A hatchling hopped up and darted away from the fire, towards the cliff edge.

"It's a Fae dragon," he said, peeping down shyly at Calypso, who hadn't yet noticed. "She's the one singing."

"Let's go say hello," suggested his father.

A few dragons from the group, the hatchling included, circled down to meet her. She startled at first, breaking off her song and preparing herself to leap into the water and swim away.

"Don't leave!" cried the hatchling, landing on another small rock nearby. "We just wanted to tell you we liked your singing."

The others nodded and murmured their agreement.

"You...don't think it's weird?"

"No? Why would we?"

Calypso smiled, for the first time in a while. "Would you like to hear more?"

"Yeah!"

She flapped her wings and joined the clan on the cliff.

Credit to Pink Floyd for the song lyrics.