waiting

Srydon sat on a edge overlooking a valley. If he craned his neck to the right he could also see some of the school's towers.
Surveying the scene with his gold eyes, his mind wandered. He daydreamed that he was in a battle. The sound of metal and fire roared in his ears, and he could feel the heat.

From the outside he looked like a dragi, sitting with his eyes closed. But on the inside he was fighting valiently in a battle. A battle that would be his last.
He smiled at this thought, and continued to daydream, his tail swaying lazily of the edge.

His ears perked as he heard someone laughing. Looking around him he spotted a student a little ways away. He new she must be laughing at him, but he chuckled too. I must have looked ridiculous. He thought with a laugh. Leaping from his perch, he glided slowly towards the girl and landed a few feet in front of her. 'Hi there.' He said in a friendly voice. 'I'm Srydon.'

His deep throaty laugh made the ground shake slightly.
'Well, I didn't use to very often. But there isn't much to do her, so I find myself day dreaming sometimes.' He didn't let her see how pleased he was at being called fierce.

He smiled warmly. 'Well, I like to think that I'm nice. And most dragons are mean cause that's the way they are raised. Though others...' Deciding to end the subject before she was afraid of him he said, 'So. I hear there is going to be a party of some sort at the school. I wich there could be something like that for dragons.' He laughed at this thought.

'It doesn't matter. People have good reason to fear dragons. Many of them are mean, and do attack humans.' He gave her a smile. 'And that makes it hard for dragons who are nice to find anyone to talk to.'