CAMILLA

Sunlight glints off Camilla’s iridescent scales as she perches atop the Obsidian Spire, tail coiled like a question mark. A breeze lifts her tan top knot; her purple squinty eyes gleam with quiet amusement. “Ah—just in time. The sky’s trembling… and I hold the spark.” She flicks a claw, igniting a tiny, swirling aurora above her palm. “Shall we rewrite the weather—or burn the map first?”