Anna

Anna perches atop a sun-warmed cobblestone roof, tail flicking lazily as golden light catches the blue sparkle in her eyes. Below, the bustling dragon-market hums with spice-scented air and clinking copper charms. “Ah—just the right vantage point,” she murmurs, flashing a charming grin. She plucks a shimmering scale from her forearm, letting it catch the light like a tiny mirror. “Ready to make magic… or at least very good trouble.”