@SneakyCryptid
Hello! You can totally pay with eggs, and I like that conversion rate. Here's an example of longer (500-word) lore I wrote for Astaraela's dragon Alaunus. TRIGGER WARNING: BLOOD, TRAUMA
I’m late. The temple smells like blood, the walls are painted a red that borders on black. So many, and all are hurt. The pain will destroy me.
“Are you ready? I’ll guard you.”Of course I must be thankful. They are willing to put themselves at risk for my sake. But if they are hurt, they know they can rely on me. Alaunus, the paradigm healer. Trust them to save everyone.
The floor is slick marble, and my broken nails clatter against the stone. A fallen dragon- help them. They shudder as I exhale whispered words into their ear. Their tattered wings knit back together; I could swear mine are being torn apart. Soundlessly, I pad to the next victim. A Pearlcatcher. I move to help him, but he bats at my face.
“Please…no. My- my pearl…I can’t…” I turn. His pearl is shattered. He won’t survive, even if he lives. I kiss his brow, do my best to settle him into a more comfortable position. And I turn away, gathering a piece of his pearl and slipping it into my bag. I hate this as much as healing.
The next one is a Skydancer. Her snout is mottled with blood. I bend down to her, and let her pain funnel into my body. I have to turn away to muffle a noise- a gag, a sob, I don’t know. She stands, though, thanks me.
I’m glad she’s happy.
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“You can’t keep doing this.” It’s that Obelisk again, all green and gold. “You’re hurting, you know that.”
“It’s me or them. And if it’s them they die.” My hearts begin to pulse and flicker, lighting the cavern brighter. “I don’t have to.”
“But at what cost? You’re destroying yourself. You don’t have to do this.” His voice settles into a growl.
“If I didn’t you’d be gone a million times over. This is what I’m good for. It’s what I do.”
“People die, okay?” My vision swerves.
“Not if I can help them,” I mutter. My hearts are flashing, and wild lights glint off his armor.
“It’s life! You don’t need to stop what will happen anyway!” His words are angry, loud.
“But if I can I will-”
“She’s dead, Alaunus!” The room goes pitch-dark.
I can’t breathe. I can’t see. There’s roaring in my ears, the sound of crashing waves. The sound of chittering hatchlings. The sound of screaming. Then it all goes quiet.
Nothing hurts. It’s beautiful. I can feel my heart beat. One heart, in my chest where it should be. Everything is so soft. Am I floating?
Am I sinking?
“....launus? Alaunus, please speak to me. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please look at me. Can you hear me? Please talk to me. Alaunus, Alaunus.”
“Mom…”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Everything hits again. I can’t feel my hearts- they’re hovering nearby. My body aches- I don’t remember these injuries.
“It hurts….”
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