chills creep up my legs.
the frost white presence
now awake, rises from cave-stone floor.
the chill is on our faces,
breaths and bodies freeze.
the rogue among us steps,
quick fingers dipping into pockets,
their own for once.
Draconic eyes glint like sapphires,
drawn to the currency,
the two gold coins
held before him
in two confident hands.
echoing through the dark space,
a single clink,
a tossed wink.
and just like that,
the thief had stolen a heart.
[or how Chafon seduced a dragon]
This is part of a series of vignettes from my first Dungeons and Dragons campaign. The dragon's name is White-out and he is now in our party.
